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Aug 2018
Revenge may be a dish best served cold,
but regret is one on which grows mold,
the punishment for snap decisions,
and words of anger and derision.

You cannot go back, you cannot fix,
it has become the batter you mixed,
so understand forgiveness you may entreat,
but this is the cake you made and have to eat.
The Fire Burns
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The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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