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April 30, 2002
11:37 PM
liberated, clean, free, and unafraid of death

This poem was originally typeset in uppercase.

WOW
   CAN YOU
   SMELL IT
CAN YOU HEAR IT
   CRISP
   COOL
SUMMER
AIR

   LITTLE
KIND DOLLAR
SIGNS FLOATING
   ABOUT
   QUITE
DECENTLY
EARNED
   GUILT FREE
   AND MAGICALLY
UNDEBTING

   LET'S SEE
WHAT ELSE
SO MANY FEELINGS
   SO GOOD
BUT CAN YOU ALMOST
TOUCH IT?!
   CAN YOU
HEAR IT?!
CALMLY
   EXCITED
   LIBERATED
CLEAN
   FREE
AND UNAFRAID
OF DEATH