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Mar 2012
My dreams, they're hiding in shadows.
Being herded straight towards the gallows.
No turning back.
This is no farce, no joke, nor game.
But the audience laughs all the same.
No turning back.
This hill of problems grew into a mountain.
So go ahead and flip that copper into the fountain.
No turning back.
I'll write this off  without any satisfaction.
Happiness for pain, and unfortunate transaction.
No turning back.
Looking back at all the scattered ashes.
I don't remember lighting the matches.
No turning back.
Now I'll struggle through what lies in wait.
'Cause everyone's calendar has an ending date.
Andy Plenkers
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