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Feb 2012
One
I am frail and fallen
Broken and scarred
Burned, beaten, bruised
I have nothing but my soiled name
Nothing to offer
But my love and gratitude
I expect nothing
Not even a kind word
Though kind you've always been
I love you
Without conditions
Without pretensions
Without limits
Your willing servant 'till the end
Courier Pigeon
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Courier Pigeon
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   Mike Arms
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