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Sep 2010
Oh, my dear friend! ...I hear the demons are at play!
And it saddens me that I can not, cast them all away!
While you're turning exhausted, every night in bed,
Demons are also toying with me, deep inside my head.
The draft slips in, as they usher in, yet another friend,
But be patient and be wise, as dawn foretells the end.
Waste not a bit of energy, on a battle vainly fought.
Hold fast; Endure the madness, in time t'wil be forgot.
The demons which do visit, are sent with reason. Know.
That once you learn the game, my friend, the demons?

...they will go.
deanena tierney
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deanena tierney  47/F
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