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Apr 16
Don
In the bind of the early morning,
With a weeping glow of rise and shine,
I think about my mistakes, my regrets.

Dawn is my honesty.
Ask me  anything at sunrise
I cannot lie.
Hank Helman
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Hank Helman
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