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		<title>521jingke88999 at 06:53, 26 September 2007</title>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;New page&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one crazy moment while the dice are cast,&lt;br /&gt;
he looks into the future and remembers what is past,&lt;br /&gt;
wonders what he's doing on this battlefield,&lt;br /&gt;
shrugs to his shadow, impatient, too proud yet to kneel.&lt;br /&gt;
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In his wake he leaves scorched earth and work in vain;&lt;br /&gt;
smoke drifts up behind him - he is free again,&lt;br /&gt;
free to run before the onslaught of a deadly foe,&lt;br /&gt;
leaving nothing fit for pillage, hardly leaving home.&lt;br /&gt;
It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.&lt;br /&gt;
Charging madly forward, tracks across the snow;&lt;br /&gt;
wind screams madness to him, ever on he goes,&lt;br /&gt;
leaving spoor to mark his passage, trace his weary climb.&lt;br /&gt;
Cross the moor and make the headland -&lt;br /&gt;
stumbling, wayward, blind.&lt;br /&gt;
In the end his footprints extend as one single line.&lt;br /&gt;
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This latest exponent of heresy is goaded into an attack,&lt;br /&gt;
persuaded to charge at his enemy.&lt;br /&gt;
Too late, he knows it is,[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪] falter.&lt;br /&gt;
The past sits uneasily at his rear,&lt;br /&gt;
he's walking right into the trap,&lt;br /&gt;
surrounded, but striving through will and fear.&lt;br /&gt;
Ahead of him he knows there waits an ambuscade&lt;br /&gt;
but the dice slip through his f[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪] ingers&lt;br /&gt;
and he's living from day to day,&lt;br /&gt;
carrying his wor[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪] ld around upon his back,&lt;br /&gt;
leaving nothing behind but the tell-tale of his track.&lt;br /&gt;
[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪] &lt;br /&gt;
He will not be hostage, he will not be slave,&lt;br /&gt;
no snare of past can trap him, though the future may.&lt;br /&gt;
Still[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪]  he runs and burns behind him in advanced retreat;&lt;br /&gt;
still his life remains unfettered - he denies defeat.&lt;br /&gt;
It's far too late to turn, unless it's to stone.&lt;br /&gt;
Leave the past to burn - at least that's been his own.&lt;br /&gt;
[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪] &lt;br /&gt;
Scorched earth, that's all that's left when he's done;&lt;br /&gt;
holding nothing but beholden to no-one,&lt;br /&gt;
claiming n[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪] othing, out of no false pride, he survives.&lt;br /&gt;
Snow tracks are all that's left to be seen&lt;br /&gt;
of a m[http://www.meter17.cn/hyxcwy.htm 红外线测温仪] an who entered the course of a dream,&lt;br /&gt;
claiming nothing but the life he's known&lt;br /&gt;
- this, at least, has been his own.&lt;/div&gt;</summary>
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