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Feb 2013
O, how many sorrows the past brings,
How the future is held captive by its knotted strings,
And now I am truly starting to realize,
That somewhere hidden in all my lies,
While in my travels, off the road I I fell,
I let regret hold me in its lasting spell,
And so many regrets have haunted me since,
I lost my senses in the death of my prince.
Matty
Western Wildflower
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Western Wildflower  San Diego
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