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Sep 2014
Way hey! Way hey!
We slept through the day.
We missed the mayhem.
And it wasn't here to stay.

Our strife! Our Life!
Its over now its night.
We can bathe without light.
We can talk without spite.
The comfort of missing tragedy
C J Baxter
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