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Dec 2009
There once was a man who thought he knew all
His thoughts all suspicions which brought him his fall
His friends all deserted, his family the same
He gambled and lost at his own senseless game
Now all is over, he is on his own,
He's free now to wander, no where is his home
He owns all his thoughts that ruled his whole mind
To what he could see, he preferred to be blind
Written by
Dot Callari
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