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May 2014
the sun flickers upon his hand
and thoughts of the past flicker upon his mind
no time there is for school or band
when sadness, lies, and regrets are behind

freedom from all thoughts is his prayer
but that is not possible for now
he fears this time he can not bare
but he must trust Him somehow?

the pink gloves rest softly on the table
And the sun drifts softly across the heart unstable
[composed on 1/22/14]
Will Rogers III
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Will Rogers III  Nashville, TN
(Nashville, TN)   
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