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Dec 2012
There is a voice that speaks to me.
A voice that is not afraid.
A voice who speaks only truth.
Which pledges utmost loyalty

But this voice refuses to speak
With an absence of peace.
Yet the presence of evil.
And it makes the human soul weak.

When this voice speaks so clever
It guides me through life and love
Tells me not to be afraid.
For this guide shall never sever.
Written April 7, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr
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Gary W Weasel Jr
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