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How great the Fall

Yes, how great the Fall.

Was anything forgotten, was anything left whole --

Oh,

itch on bite

The mortal rite

Weed and wheat confused

My memory’s abused

By the things I’ve been.

Oh when, when, when,

Will You come again, and save me

From my sindication.

Posted on Wednesday, February 6, 2008 at 12:42PM by Registered CommenterDoc Op | CommentsPost a Comment

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