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Dec 2012
If you fools only knew
How much I'm fooling you.
With a silent stubborn thought cloud
But sometimes silence, can seem so loud.

A persistent torture
For one moon now.
An insane mind
From no know-how.

A field of grass
This sea of green
An azure sky
Then sudden scream.

If you ever want to see,
My thoughts they by God ask me,
You'll never find the way I think
Until you pour up my thoughts and take a drink.
Written September 8, 2003 @ 8:05 AM CDT
Gary W Weasel Jr
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