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Jan 2012
I thought of you today
when I cut    
               myself shaving.          And you
Whose fault it was?


I remembered my first lesson
you gave me
     I cant rememberwhichway it went      
  Was it up my chin?
                  Or across my neck?


I know whose fault it is I didn't listen
or thank you.                    Standing
                   with bloodonmychin just
What I deserve.
B Emess
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B Emess
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     Paul Hardwick and ---
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