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Mar 2015
I watched the sunset over Sonoran skies,
It made me glad to be alive,
Though i am in great duress,
And most of the time,
It feels i have nothing left,
No one that waits,
When i get home,
In all things i feel alone,
Its sad to think that everyone I've known,
Now calls the graveyard a home,
Its hard to live when they have died,
And sitting here i wonder why,
When oh when will be my time.
Beneath my willow weeping
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Beneath my willow weeping  Az
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