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Dec 2011
Four that lead to four more.
I spend all three trying to cure.
But I see space in new eyes.
A new king to show the skies.
But I still try to refrain,
for I still can feel the pain.
With little hand given,
I hope I'm forgiven.
Jim Gillespie
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