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Sep 2019
Shackled mind, body and soul.  Imprisoned within a maze of conudrums; not knowing when freedom will come.  Freedom from anger, freedom from jealousy, freedom from a captured heart yearning to love free seems to be how it goes.  Come free me; free me in spirit and in my mind my Honey Rose.
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