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Jun 2015
watchful and weary
it's how he trembles and looks all teary eyed
every day from the long nights.
there's no look in his eyes,
he hides a disguise;
a mask said to be of honor and glory.
took the staff to his name,
was recalled as a shame
and never showed that face again.
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   JR Potts and LB Parker
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