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	<title>Unshod Quills &#187; Judith Ossello</title>
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		<title>Judith Ossello</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[On the theme of the last word In Sao Paulo The robot forests of Sao Paulo high-rises Could not scream like the Iguazu falls When they realized we were in the same country At the same time And never met. Their muted tones stood in the sun all day Tormented by the heat of indigestion [&#8230;]]]></description>
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<h5>In Sao Paulo</h5>
<p>The robot forests of Sao Paulo high-rises<br />
Could not scream like the Iguazu falls<br />
When they realized we were in the same country<br />
At the same time<br />
And never met.</p>
<p>Their muted tones stood in the sun all day<br />
Tormented by the heat of indigestion<br />
While listening to us rave about the beef in Argentina<br />
In the same month of 1999<br />
At different restaurants.</p>
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<p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:11px;font-weight:bold;">Author Biography</span></p>
<p>Judith Ossello currently lives and writes in Portland, Oregon. Find her at www.writerloop.com.</p>
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