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      first
      meta
      girl,
     
     
      belonging
      to
      a
      world,
     
     
      _thatI
      had
      seen
      in
      a
      glance,
     
     
      that
      I
      had
      found>by
      chance.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘She
      told
      me
      of
      her
      ways,
     
     
      her
      years,
      her
      months,
      her
      days,
      Gr
     
     
      of
      life
      beyond
      the
      cage,
      aE
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _of
      paradise
      beyond
      the
      rage.
     
    
   
   
    
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
          
     
     
         
     
     
         
     
     
       
     
     
        
     
     
          
     
     
          
     
     
        
     
     
       
     
     
       
     
     
         
     
    
   
   
    
     
      She
      was
      asummer’s
      dream,
     
    

    
     
      froma
      land
      &
      sea
      of
      green.
     
     
      Her
      kind
      is
      whatI’Il
      crave,
     
     
      ‘until
      the
      last
      of
      my
      days.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      4
      moments
      later
      ..........
      TE
     
     
      I
      must
      have
      crossed
      an
      equator,
     
     
      by
      my
      side
      something
      I
      saw,
     
     
      left
      my
      whole
      person
      in
      awe.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      reduction
      of
      maturity’s
      mind,
     
     
      into
      a
      child
      “‘Knowledge’’
      left
      behind.
     
     
      I
      wondered
      if
      this
      fro
      real,
     
    

    
     
      or
      some
      bad
      dope
      she
      did
      feel?
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Ss
     
    
   
   
    
     
      %
     
    

    
     
      I
      guess
      life
      had
      passed
      her
      by,
     
     
      only
      the
      Gods
      know
      when
      or
      why.
     
     
      ‘Maybe
      I’
      Il
      know
      someday,
     
    

    
     
      T’ll
      find
      the
      answer
      far
      way.
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But,
      alas
      my
      ears
      have
      seen
      another,
     
     
      and
      I
      think
      I’
      ll
      abandon
      my
      cover.
     
     
      ll
      say
      you’re
      beautiful,
      I’m
      Shawn,
     
     
      to
      the
      princess
      with
      hair
      so
      blond.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      CURE
      THAT
      SHOCK;
     
     
      GO
      FOR
      A
      WALK
      CLEAN
      A
      DIRTY
      SOCK,
     
     
      »ICK
      UP
      A
      PHONE
      AND
      TALK.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Rhyme
      of
      a
      Desert
      Tale
     
    
   
   
    
     
      **The
      Gods,
      they
      must
      be
      angry,
      for
      it
     
     
      seems
      they
      R
      punishing
      me’’.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      This
      is
      what
      Ujgegur
      told
      is
      soul,
     
     
      as
      he
      stared
      at
      the
      reflecting
      water
      hole.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      6
      long
      moons
      past,
      he
      had
      been
      one
     
     
      of
      the
      last.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      To
      merely
      escape,
      the
      halls
      of
     
     
      Vahalla’s
      fate.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Almost
      in
      death’s
      bony
      hand,
      another
     
     
      spec
      of
      sand
      in
      this
      land.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      shady
      shadow
      made
      in
      shade,
     
     
      from
      a
      desert
      princess
      so
      afraid.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      She
      falls
      down
      to
      the
      ground,
     
     
      exhausted
      but
      she’s
      been
      found.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      A
      gaze
      through
      the
      haze
      in
      awe,
     
     
      must
      be
      a
      damned
      mirage
      he
      saw.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      But
      no,
      she
      must
      really
      exist,
     
     
      and
      now
      4
      desert
      thieves
      insist.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      On
      making
      her
      their
      own,
      this
     
     
      sleeping
      oasis
      all
      alone.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      4
      to
      one
      is
      suddenly
      the
      score,
      how
     
     
      a
      picture
      of
      crimson
      and
      swords.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Ujgegur
      battles
      for
      the
      weak,
     
     
      desert
      dogs
      for
      joy
      and
      greed.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      She
      would
      be
      their
      best
      prize,
      her
     
     
      firm
      figure,
      her
      jewelled
      eyes.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Brandishing
      his
      death
      of
      steel,
      he
     
     
      wonders
      if
      all
      of
      this
      is
      real.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Almost
      in
      death’s
      bony
      hand,
     
     
      another
      spec
      of
      sand
      in
      this
      land.
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Shawn
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      UPEI
      X-P
      RESS
     
    
   
   
    
     
      November
      28,
      1991
     
    
   
   
    
     
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