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Feb 2014
Nobody knows the troubles you pose
Suspicion grows misinterpreting prose

For the truly mindful use rhyme for a cure
Instead of ambiguous words set on shuffle
Cluttering mind full of thoughts so obscure
Open interpretation precedes a nasty scuffle

Temporarily blind, guide dog by my side
A temporary bind, look to god to confide?

This is the strangest life I've ever known
I think, therefore I am.... Just barely alive
Existence is a dream, wake up to the phone
A voice says it's time, a journey shall arrive
Drifton A Way
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Drifton A Way
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   Layla Stone
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