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Feb 2012
Four ropes
so often i find myself fighting to forget
and just as oft i am begging to remember it
stiff, standing on my promises, not swaying
but in my mind the wish to run is staying
I know what it feels like to be
drawn and quartered
Joseph the Dreamer
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Joseph the Dreamer  clarkston ga
(clarkston ga)   
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