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May 2013
What do you have faith in
What do you believe
There is no one you can trust
And in your dreams
You hear the screams
Of a life bleeding to rust  
When your so called friends
Have turned away
A soul just gathers dust
You need to have a look inside
And see what all is there
Wash away your foolish pride
And see no ones to care
The devil is a poet
He's got your number
And you have his no doubt
This is the way , we stay in play
Is what life's all about
So play the game
Let nothing slip away
You may go lnsane
Is what they all will say
Just play the game
Till all there is left to do
                     .........is pay.        Hy
Henry Yarbrough
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Henry Yarbrough  texas
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