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Thirty One Million Light Years From Earth

Atop these scales of time we are no less then this, but a blinking of an eye
A comet passing beyound the night; until one day we do so find, our place 
Inside the bright and Morning Star; transient became life's journey; awoke
Within velvet seats did we, whom could see; saying to love's Angels, oh yes
Could you and a twist of lime in mine please; taking hold of Wendy's hand...
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..."Thirty One Million Light Years From Earth" *
Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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