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Dec 2015
Sure am that same person disdained
Though I've tossed away so called vice
Word spread by many catching a train
No matter the Love, Caring and Dreams
Always striving for nothing more naught
Not from those souls or their pawns
Never a piece on that superficial board
If there were a cast the title would be
To be only harbingers of pure anxiety
john p green
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john p green  florida
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