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Mar 2012
This is a man,
without change.
This is a man,
alone.
No convictions
to sour his soul.

This is a man,
who sees the tide.
This is a man,
Who is outlaw, brigand
and savior.

He walks a path,
no dusty trail.
He makes a call,
just to gamble.

This is a man,
with no hope
This is a man,
amoral.
No God, No Glory,
just alone.
Written by
Daniel C. Jones
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   Alicia and L Gardener
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