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Feb 2014
I walk hand in hand by myself
We chat and never say a word
The two of us simply coexist
You can't see what or how we fit
Or who is in charge of it
What you see is but a mask
Beneath a rage of wills
Keep on taking pills
Then off to sleep
So let's guess
Who will drive tomorrows mess.
For the padre.
Micheal Wolf
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Micheal Wolf  On the edge of reason, UK
(On the edge of reason, UK)   
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