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poem i read live at blouse band gig opening for them
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DUBJkXsGWlc
DESTINY CALLS
Rising higher and higher the warplane climbs
through the hazy sky, sun reflecting off the distant water
far below through a gap in the clouds.
Missiles hang under delta wings
ready for instant launch when an enemy
is spotted across the distant sky.
An inhuman machine with the looks of a goddess
...Saturday 16th July 2011 4:24 pm
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