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Feb 2010
With words to describe the breaking pointthe threshold is above the boiling pointThe critical mass is already breachedand all I can think about is my diseaseAnd the frustration is setting inI can’t decide what is right on this path that some call lifeim just on a journey riding a pebble around the milky wayAnd I pray and I pray and I pray and I still can’t find my way oh oh oh oh ohwo wo wo wo  so what am I suppose to do. Maker of the heaven lead my shoes and set me on my path so they’ll all get off my ***.
     D Conors
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