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Fri, 04/11/2014 - 01:21 -- wking

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A man sits on one side of an ecotone

The tone in his minds solemn

He contemplate his world

For if only all chage were simple

As simple as crossing this enviormetal boundary

He stands steeling his mind

Change will be made

For better or for worse it will change

He will change himself

Walking he crosses the ectone

Crossig this boundary is not only physical but metal as well

From here he becomes a new man in a new life

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