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Aug 2017
Tired and weary,
introspective and teary,
with each drop from your eye,
purges pain, it's okay to cry.

Life has green pastures some of the time,
at others, there are hills and mountains to climb,
sometimes there is wind and there is rain,
occasionally those help to put out the fire and pain.

So no matter what cards are dealt in your hand,
set your shoulders and hear only your internal band,
dance on through life, let the problems slide by
don't take them inside, it's okay to defy.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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