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By Jack Joseph Smith
Uno Mas
She was in the wind
with an angel skirt
He had a knife ;
plucjed from the sky
It was dark and dangerous and dawn
It was so shimmering
T’could not pa, attention to detail
The wonder of juggling the balls
with the full Moon
Crossing the line of time
Pure when you don't e@are
T di'not take a thought
across the se@
They just followed me
No one crosses our path