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Sep 2016
There are times
when in rhyme
it makes words
flow toward the bitterness
and in the end
when it's sang
what's to be praised
then left again
there stands
always..

And never again
will there be lack
for even in darkness
a better way
and even to say
as should be said
it all lingers about
teetering gently
teasing toward
the end
Written by
Joel Johnson  Connecticut
(Connecticut)   
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