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Any town
This town was built from flint and clay
from the iron age and the God's malaise.
This Earth leaves tints of iron and bronze.
Seas, and shells, parchment gone.
This nation holds its mark on time,
not short of the sublime
mixtures of faiths and cultures,
landmarks from other timezones.
The shape of the stars
and the arc of the moon
suggest a covenant with us...
Thursday 23rd September 2010 11:41 am
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