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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.



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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