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Feb 2016
I pray to a silent God,
To teach me his way,
To rid me of every little
Awkward thing I say.

For I am not a poet,
As I so often dream,
I'm just a little boy, who's
been taught how to scream.

So relieve me of this voice,
That broke my hearts wealth,
And let me sit here in silence
Let my soul speak for itself.
ironically, I'm pretty bad with words
Jack Davies
Written by
Jack Davies  Perth, Australia
(Perth, Australia)   
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   ---, the Sandman and SPT
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