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A poem...
I wrote this ages ago and just recently found it again...but I thought I'd post it anyway.
No words could e'r express the way I feel
for you, my friends, begetters of my life.
My whole existence I can say is real
because you whisked me out from 'neath the knife
that cut so deeply in my sorrowed heart,
and blinded any vision of relief
from lonliness that pierced me like a dart.
You opened up a way out from the reef
I hid behind. It separated me
from paths of happiness I never knew.
And to my tarnished locks you found the key
that introduced a world I couldn't woo.
I'd travel all the world into it's ends,
and ne'er find any greater than my friends.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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