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Sep 2019
'Tis but a sad day on my journey through time.
Hath I worry, 'tis true, for mine own sorrow dost afflict me nay.
Durst I not give way to stand the persecutor of mine own bewitchment.
Nay shall I cast aside life's trials lain before me!
Ever shall my light glow in this endarkened hour.
Written by
Jim
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