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Aug 2014
I stand in a cave
where I can't feel my feet,
There's no room for the brave
or thoughts of defeat.

I reside here alone
though all can be felt,
Harder than bone
but to touch is to melt.

Nothing can be had
in this place that I dwell,
It's driving me mad
but it's swell so oh well.
Written by
Herman Winter
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