Wednesday, November 18, 2009

La Riviere Dart

Two brothers, both so alike in their gait, meet to quarrel, but ultimately bond.
Where giant wood wheels spin, pulverise, and dry, and merchants sell their wares in days of old.
Among these majestic beasts of stone, I reside amongst humbler beings.
And this even greater creature, forged of necessity in later days, has fallen.
But here lay our founding father, the king of our nation, and namer of our town.

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