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9/29/2014

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If today was the day
And tomorrow was no more though
Then who is the guy in the seat right here?

Now let's be clear,
I mean not the man whose sitting queer
Doing nothing but typing words like a seer.

Rather the source of the morse,
The beat of the Universe,
The chief honcho in charge of order and chaos.

Does he hear me?
But of course,
I am like his horse.

Always chanting forevermore,
Whispering waves of creative splendor -
Lost in my words as if I remember
A time when I used them before.


Emanuel Caparelli

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Fawn Stitchman
10/4/2014 07:56:37 am

Love the 2 last Par very very very very gooood☺

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Emanuel link
10/4/2014 09:50:22 am

Thank you Fawn I appreciate that!

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