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| 259 1/28/04 Blocked It�s all to pieces and I�m blind to see, Where anything fits that�s a part of me, From form to sense I can�t begin, Until what is becomes what has been Blocked out of existence it seems any such foundation, That building anything up would end in devastation, But for now I�ll struggle to make the pieces fit, Because I�m not exactly ready yet to quit. |