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April 26, 2005

The Aftermath of The Blizzard of '78

Ants push their way out
Reach for the sunlight
Vying to be the first
To dig their way out of the tomb.
Who could ever think that such a small thing
So dainty and delicate (when in millions)
Could be so powerful as to kill...
Lives, romances, communications
All depending on a small shovel
To tunnel out of the prison
And to grasp freedom once more
Or else be smothered: dying in the attempt
One small path leading to another,
A vein in the road the only way to civilization
Man-made as everything else is
You keep on shoveling
Like everyone else
For everyone else.

Posted by BlueWolf on April 26, 2005 10:29 PM