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New Age
Contributed by
gary
on
Sunday, 27th June 2004 @ 07:20:49 PM in AEST
Topic:
fantasy
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I only remember some of it now.
And only vaguely dim and subliminally.
That gloomy nighttime.
The night we had the problem.
Finding the wine tester that disappeared.
It was Sunday nightfall.
After the twilight services, at church.
The Royal Temple of an Assembly for God.
People gathered together to call summoning.
In the lower house, a dance ball.
He had been missing since Thursday.
Noon, after a slow and warm rain.
While helping the girls, taking care of a horse.
A stranger arrived, in front of the house, worried.
Someone had been killed, along the steep sea cliffs.
By storming bats.
Songs, of hunting or sweatness.
Copyright ©
gary
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2004-06-27 19:20:49] (Date/Time posted on
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