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by Andy Miller
Korsakoff in orbit
said the earth lay down there
as a robin's egg in a nest of coal,
a fragile thing; it had no clouds.
The weather being shorn away
with each continent, and life--
the shell is smooth, with not a ripple
to disturb the oceans anymore.
Poem © 2002 by Andy Miller firstname.lastname@example.org
Artwork © 2002 by Carl Goodman email@example.com
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