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Oct 2013
With my thimble full of pride
A stone as my heart
I'm afraid the time has come
That we must now part

A thimble the only measure
Of the pride I have left
As for the stone that's my heart
It was put there with heft

Each unkind word a pebble
Now all stacked and compressed
Transformed into the stone
I now carry in my chest

But I will bear you no grudge
Nor hold you in account
For karma takes care of those
Who pull others down
Russell D
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Russell D  Texas
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   Kathy J, Terry O'Leary, blythe and Bibhu
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