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You haven't even heard my name, Haven't even shaken my hand, And already you're running from me, Seeking to find "stable, safer land," Certain I'm wrong about everything, A lout, a fool, a vagabond, filthy man.
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
A Void Dead Me
You haven't even heard my name, Haven't even shaken my hand, And already you're running from me, Seeking to find "stable, safer land," Certain I'm wrong about everything, A lout, a fool, a vagabond, filthy man.
The ignorant. Gotta love them! I've heard that hermits are in great numbers as of late-for some reason I guess...
alan-s-bailey
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
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