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Nov 2009
To hate to love, two hands only one glove . Know so much yet, know so little confused by lifes riddle excused by disbelief. Oh denial, what relief of honesty stripped away, a thief to reap and to sow . The good, the evil making every human equal.  two parts to the sequel , the first to die the second to live. To take and to give. Listen! hear the voice! Is always a choice! Is this a question?! Or statement.? Mortal lessons. For immortal blessings or eternal sentencings of hurt that lies in the earth.Worth!
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     Basko and D Conors
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