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He sits at his desk Contemplating his unfulfilled destiny. His bulky form shadows old letters. Thick fingers linger and ****** photos And dusty promises, His "Awakening" Turned into a funeral Of ideals and love. Oh yes . . . His integrity is in tact.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
For Bob (cont'd.)/The "Awakening"
He sits at his desk Contemplating his unfulfilled destiny. His bulky form shadows old letters. Thick fingers linger and ****** photos And dusty promises, His "Awakening" Turned into a funeral Of ideals and love. Oh yes . . . His integrity is in tact.
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Jan 23, 2013
Jan 23, 2013 at 5:04 PM UTC
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