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Aug 2014
I'm curling up on my bed,
And cringing in the pain.
I'm pulling up the covers,
But still shivering in the rain.
I'm not one to fight a fight,
And easily left there, slain.
I'm quick to give all up,
And slow with strength to gain.
Víctor Manuel Serna
Written by
Víctor Manuel Serna  Tucson, AZ
(Tucson, AZ)   
   WistfulHope, Erenn, Pax and ---
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