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Apr 2015
You haven't even heard my name,
Haven't even shaken my hand,
And already you're running from me,
Seeking to find "stable, safer land,"
Certain I'm wrong about everything,
A lout, a fool, a vagabond, filthy man.
The ignorant. Gotta love them! I've heard that hermits are in great numbers as of late-for some reason I guess...
Alan S Bailey
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   ---, C J Baxter and Peach
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