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TWELVE HOURS DISTANT
My daughter's smile
Is twelve hours distant
But home
Is as close as the doors of sleep.
There is grass in my Japan
Because I planted it:
Not for the passing day
But for a life.
In the catalog of futures
We are three.
Copyright © 2005 Hugh Cook
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