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Aug 2012
I been confirmed as guilty.
Tried and convicted.
With some kindness and sympathy.
For love creates emotional holds.

If serving time means, its because of you.
Then I accept my fate.
It wasn't a judge or a jury.
That passed them judgment down.

But our friends.
Who we hung around?
They layed the mallet down.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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