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Jul 2013
My guide said,
Here is where the slaves would be wipped,
To see how strong they were.

How I wished I was one of them,
So I could feel on the outside,
What I felt on the inside.

So I could prove my strength,
So I could show the marks of my inside pain,
People would know.

That I only failed when life left me.
Bogle
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Bogle
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   --- and rained-on parade
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