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{September 9, 2009}   Odes Poem

A convergent boundary, lurks with no direction

Bleak as a blunt pen

A rougher edge is notified

Taken by the paper

It draws two lanes

Sketchy and clear

Clear lane blends in with paper

With every shed, each stroke perfect

With perfection work is in progress

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