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by Mikhail Lorenzo Flynn May 15, 2007 category : Special events / other poems
Hardly a considerable amount of time Has gone by Like the seconds it took to write this line Colossal memories have into the sky Formed wings with which they will dwell And flutter in that far away place… I will gather them to tell Tales of how we carried a case Filled with magic water To a gathering of foamy proportions Were many father’s daughters Danced with those of evil intentions This is but one story One I will never let go in memory