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Mar 2013
The wolves are sitting outside my door
For whatever reason I don't know
I can hear them at night time
The smell of foul play sits in the wind
I'm too afraid to step outside and prepare for the worst
Things will only change when I stand strong
Fight I must
Flight cannot be an option
This is my home
If I rest in peace today than I shall die a man
Fred Kinard
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