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Though Be Few by Gony Kim April 18, 2007 Amidst the mist of winter night, On field of yielding green romance; Legs as hooves with gallop-might, Mix with earth in wicked dance. Though be few the twelve in count, Know they naught of daunting foe; Choose the air, pains surmount, Heed the call of ball to toe. About the author: A computer programmer who wages war on his perennial writer's block when he has the luxury to sit and write (alas, not very often). | | | |
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