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Jan 2015
Only one more time
And you will be sane
Only two more times
And you will gain
Never knowing
Never wanting
But always made
Now is the time for the weak
As Frost said
Promises to keep
Trench along till you sleep
Many souls lost
None that weep
Rhet Toombs
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