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Dec 2012
When the anger deep inside my heart
Is released unto the world
It makes bonds between my friends part.

Only those few can stop this anger of me
It's those not directed at.
And my chosen isle from the sea.

Al well as the radiating light
That you give when you smile
Anger dies at your beautiful sight.
Written May 20, 2003
Gary W Weasel Jr
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Gary W Weasel Jr
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