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Jan 2013
Anger brings about my end,
The way I live I will defend.
To do and say the things I feel,
That's the way, my life is real.

They do not listen and hear even less,
The way they work it seems a mess.
They rush and hurry and take no time,
To sit and hear the view that's mine.

I lay in waiting, patience in hand,
Me, Myself alone I stand.
To speak my mind will hurt and ****,
Speak my mind in time I will.

But Still I wait with baited breath,
To hold my own for life or death.
My Time will come to speak my mind,
And till that point a way I will find.
Michael-Kent Dobison
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