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Apr 2012
It is for you I dance,
My only child,
Its for you that I do what I do.

Together we're swept.
I hung to together,
Whilst you slept,
I could have healed it had I known,

How better are those who fall,
For in time they lose it all,
I cannot help you up poor boy,
I cannot pay you with my precious joy.

So rise above deception,
Give yourself to greed,
Laugh in the face of rejection,
And never deflect your need.
MWestmacott
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