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Jan 2013
I always thought that I was Strong,
That my spine was made of stone.
But it seems that I was Wrong,
And I don't do well alone.

I kept my words short, and my thoughts Long
As not to make myself look a fool
But your gunfire rained down like the Vietcong
On me, so I'm under your rule

Even with plenty of Strength
To keep me alive
And ponderous Length
To help me survive
You brought out the Wrength
And my weaknesses thrive
Lexiconical Quinn
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Lexiconical Quinn  Fort Collins
(Fort Collins)   
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