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Nov 2012
Your pleasant gift,
Undying love.
Attrition there is nay.
What callous satire presents itself,
And makes it fade away?
I fear it may be to long lost,
YetΒ Β some hope still remains.
You may find it even though,
Its likely in the grave.
Its meant to be dark humor
Ryan Clark
Written by
Ryan Clark  Hawaii
(Hawaii)   
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