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Jan 2010
Your reaction is slow,
eyes are without glow,
mind in a constant row.

No need to wallow,
that the hopes you follow,
are full of holes and hallow.

Some knowledge I'll bequeath,
so sigh some relief,
know that existence is brief.
Written by
Marty Funkhouser
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