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Dec 2014
Its a slash here
a stab there
A cut here
a shot there

You let them go like Niagara Falls
Rushing fast, furious , out of control
Sweeping me down , drowning me

You have no care how they come
You just let them fly

But your words will haunt you
They are your words
The Gentle Gaint
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The Gentle Gaint  Eustis
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