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Feb 2018
-A thousand years of wrath-

In a dream my boy hood trembled
In a dark room I peeled it off
and then my skin did resemble
The worthy vessel the act had bought

and I could feel truth swelling in me
Bubbling up and to my mouth
But when I tried to speak of the vanity
A thousand years of wrath came out
Richard grant Irvin
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Richard grant Irvin
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