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Nov 2011
All the strife and pending doom,
A world outside filled with gloom,
Cannot reach me in my room.
People I meet are so unkind,
They try to sever the ties that bind,
But none can reach me in my mind.
So much pain, trouble and woe,
No escape, nowhere to go,
They cannot reach into my soul.
Pain that sears like a poison dart,
Lovers that try to tear us apart,
None can reach into my heart.
From a world of jealousy and pride,
I shield myself and try to hide,
Never letting anyone see inside.

10-30-09.
Alan W Jankowski
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Alan W Jankowski  Parlin, N.J.
(Parlin, N.J.)   
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