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Feb 2011
I
know
   who
      stole
       my
          soul.

Give
  it
    back
      before
        I
   ­       steal
           yours
             , too.

Life
  might
     take
      my
        worldly
            possessions,
          ­    and knock me flat
                most everytime,
                   but my soul is mine,
                     so leave it be.

Oh, here you come again. No, no, no, you can not have my soul.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
(65/M/Arizona)   
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