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Dec 2014
When you decide to work the hand you're dealt,
and an eye for your lie makes everyone see,
let your sleeping dogs die.
Ah! Sure, it's all bleak to me.
Mark Ball
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Mark Ball  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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