as i write this poem and i think of you i struggle to make sure every word is true for life is like art and often times true reasoning's squished out by the squeeze of rhymes
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i'm prone to doing just about anything for anybody. i figger that's why god recently put me in a wheelchair and took part of my brain away, just to slow me down. that god's got quite a sense of humour...
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