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Undiscovered
I am still
on a hill
both ways down
like a frown
before its we
now its me
wheres the choice
i have voiced
and so i found
the silent sound
its no wonder
over yonder
How the crows
Fly
on a hill
both ways down
like a frown
before its we
now its me
wheres the choice
i have voiced
and so i found
the silent sound
its no wonder
over yonder
How the crows
Fly
Published 4th May 2015
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Anonymous
4th May 2015 8:51pm
This is deep. . .so few words, but they say a lot. Excellent, drunkenplaywords. . .Welcome. Devlin.
9th May 2015 1:11pm
4th Jun 2015 5:34am
Straight and true, unquestioning is how they fly. For artists and pundits and paramours to be straight and true requires soooo much questioning first.
6th Jun 2015 2:14pm
