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Dec 2013
Over indulgence makes my world
Restraint is not a word
Eating all within your path cold logic becomes a farce.
You get one chance grab the tail nothing ventured kind of fails
Believe in you simple fact.. no act
**** up this world in it's twists it turns
Whilst stoicism quietly burns.
Written by
Amyas Davies
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