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Undefined
Undefined, as a mountain range
That catches your eye
In distant view
As you’re driving by
Amorphous
Wrapped in a shroud
Of mystery, as a cloud
A riddle, obscured
In a bank of fog
An enigma
Veiled
In grime and smog
That knows no beat
But its own in time
Ever aloof
And undefined –
Copyright ©
John Oldham
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