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Feb 2014
It was just but a Day,
In the middle of May,
Which brought light to his Eyes,
This made him Think,
Within a sudden Blink,
There would be no more Lies,
For at this Time,
Along the River-bend,
He could be in his Prime,
So he sat in order to Mend
At his hopeless Vibes,
Without using anymore Bribes.
Written by
ViiKozak
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