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Little Space Filler
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Invisible Poetry .
Nature still abhors voids,
so we spend a wealth of lifetime
planting trees, nursing seeds,
harvesting weeds.
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Space still abounds with holes. Do
we send a billion bucks skyward
leaving scrap, orbiting crap,
receiving zip.
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Time will abscond with breath,
so we stride amazed by neon nights
shielding the face, easing the pace,
losing the chase.
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Lady A
09-26-04
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