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by Michael Eckhardt
January 16, 2002
pulverized
the good son has fallen
as the clock crushed twelve....
hey-ya- hey hey -ya hey
minute grains of sand
smashed beyond recognition
mired in unimaginable dimensions
late for a family photograph
-no lack of commitment
hey-ya- hey hey -ya hey
family tree can not be traced
-but for the tendencies
you want proof
you want justice
you want freedom
you think you want truth....
there is no metaphor for truth.
hey-ya- hey hey -ya hey
december 2001
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