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Jun 2014
there are many
      ways and plenty
of days through out time
in life;

I have walked about
       lived through many droughts
only to see misery all around
me, its a mystery,

after all this suffering,

that conspicuous flower, it does indeed blossom,

I stand at the end of my road,
yet I dare say,
this is my beginning..
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   Arcassin B and ---
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