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do not pass
seems the light's at the destination on the other side of the bridge. a close look at the feverish moon; it knows not whether it is cold or hot. how little descendants of it fall down and sit and flicker on the bridge rail and lampposts. wonder if i could step onto the walkway and smoke a pipe or two, then as the cherry's lamp glow recedes and ashes dampen on the river below, awake and do not pass. Conceived January 7, 2003
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