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Oct 2018
Let the critics tear me down
I am a wall they will not drown
A darling moon their hate cloak not
Pearly smile to jade their frown
My truth blooms whilst their lies rot
Weeds of evil by hatred sown
A ghost of friends torment my cot
But lies do not rule our good town
Megan Sherman
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