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by Mary Brunini McArdle

There is an end, Sisyphus,
To your pain and your frustration.
Have patience with your labors;
Repress their lack of meaning.
Legends lose their viability;
They release their victims
And their heroes
To that final resting place
Where all the stones stay still.

Copyright © 2007 by Mary Brunini McArdle

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