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Dec 2012
Some people cry
Before they die.
I ask, "why?,
All those lies?"
They look at the sky
Way up high.

In my darkest hour.

He's less than a guy;
You can't deny
So ***** your sigh.
You can't even rely
On keeping the tie
Between you and I.

You're right. Time to fly.
Thomas Crone
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Thomas Crone  Saratoga Springs, NY
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