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Feb 2014
We cannot feel,
The heart grow old,
In the summer sun,
Or the winter cold,
We cannot hear,
The blowing wind,
When the devil calls,
From his cage within,

But you wear your scarlet letter,
On your sleeve like a badge of honor,
Tell your friends you're feeling better,
But your lies don't hold any water
Loren W Ebeling Esq
Written by
Loren W Ebeling Esq  Minnesota
(Minnesota)   
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