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--- T I M O T H Y H O D O R We left the metallic men behind today; Their tubes only guided their going, And the voices in the sound curves Were only a part of a windswept world Where whispers were death And speech from the sea Was nothing more than waves without words. |
© crossconnect 1995-1999
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university of pennsylvania
kelly writers house
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