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Apr 2013
I was
So sure
Id meet me
On the tracks
With bags of cash
And some clothes
In hand
But the fire
I had built
Went cold
As my
Second thoughts
Grew old
To the
Truth
Setting
In, but
Apart
from
Me
Where
I rightfully
Left me there
And made off
With my share
Of the loot
Michael W Noland
Written by
Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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