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Dec 2012
Deep inside me, yet where I not know,
Is the truest of all, the heaviest sorrow.
    I know not why, I know how,
    A great thing in me, at right now.
Wishing my eyes shut on this dimensionality
With worries of nothing, just in the reality
    When I return, along with my worries
    They'll be lessened, along with my furies.
Written April 3, 2002
Gary W Weasel Jr
Written by
Gary W Weasel Jr
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