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A Mess

I confess that I'm a mess When I am under lots of stress. You might not guess the truth, unless You see the signs of true duress. Then more or less, I will regress For coping skills I don't possess. If I'd express what I suppress, I'd be much better off , unless... I could address why I repress. That isn't easy - nonetheless, By decompressing, my distress Might disappear or be much less.

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Date: 8/4/2014 7:43:00 AM
WOW! Boy did you unlock the rhyme scheme here. Unbelievable! Awesome. I thoroughly enjoyed the great job you did. Sorry for rave, but. :)
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Ilene Bauer
Date: 8/4/2014 8:06:00 PM
don't ever apologize for a rave, robert! it sure feels wonderful to get one! as always, my utmost thanks for your support...

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