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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

Herculean Shaking the Brown Cavendish Like rustling leaves From the relic oak He sits in the depression Where pieces of stuffing Poke from the holes As he puffs on his pipe Posing as though Pugilist the Boxer Ready to battle demons But finding instead Time has turned His tobacco stained hands To... Sign in to see full entry.

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