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Oct 2010
I am ****** without a thought
of all the things that I forgot.
I'm busy standing in the rot
of everything thing that I am not.
I am **** straight out of luck,
Its a cliche to rhyme with '****'
but, I'm just not original.
I'm scripted by my ridicule
and I ****.
Written by
Nick Burns  Ash Tree Lane
(Ash Tree Lane)   
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