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Dec 2010
Between a friend I love
And a love that hurts.
My name is mud
My tongue is dirt
When I'm with you
And cannot say
Either you I want
Or go away.
Sometimes I hide
Behind my mirth;
Erase my pride,
Give me new birth.
Written by
D S Caillte
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