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Congratulations.
You've found the secret Easter Egg section of my website. Few have ever located this, so, to reward you, please enjoy a poem I have just made up right this second.
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Broken lines
And underground cables
Overwhelming thoughts
Of worn leather
And apple orchards out of season
The tears of Guatemalan youth
Hoping for more
Let them stretch their legs
On the shoreline
Amongst bowing palms
And ever-present horizon clouds castles
Open your eyes to the sun
It's only there for you
There to repair your fractures
Your worries
And your broken lines
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