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Posted on March 14, 2015 by johnmannpoems
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A Catastrophe Down Range

Unexplained flares in the nature

of things.  A howl at night

no one can verify.  The atomic cesium

clock is found to be one

second off.  Look again

for his aging face.

Try to stop the pulse.

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