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Oct 2014
I let the devil nearly catch me.
For I run.
Let him slide right up
next to me.
I consigned all the while he wrote
checks on me
So sure no fire could ever burn
the Lilly whiteness from my skin.
I made my bed in sin and lay
next to his evil grin
His eyes shone like his lies bold
Once highly favored son.
But what remains....come casting
Chains and chants
His nickname just for fun,
Once they called him Lucifer
you just sY....it Dunbothamenun.
If you need a note to get it....forget it.
P Grace Thompson
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P Grace Thompson  2 blocks from home.
(2 blocks from home.)   
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