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Oct 2010
Yes, I am ugly...just like you.
With a wicked nature born.
And faced with choices of right or wrong,
And yes, I'm often torn.
But decide we must, without haste,
When pressure will not rest.
And so we choose with fingers crossed,
And then hope for the best.
deanena tierney
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