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down the road.
by Andrew S Adamsthe mausoleum casts its shadow across
a snowcovered field into which the angels have
fallen; i breathe a sigh to be seen by all the world
in my mind's eye; and in the eyesight of the
ghosts of romance past, loves of future,
and emptiness of now, i walk down the road
in search of shelter. 02/14/2005 Posted on 02/15/2005
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