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Sep 2013
I know

If all the seekers after glory

Could make the cut

Fame would not mean a lot

But still

A gnawing, longing

Overwhelms me

Each time I think of all

That I am not
Louis Brown
Written by
Louis Brown  Bremen, GA
(Bremen, GA)   
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