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WEAK WEEK BY WEEK He's a weak man, my son his will is nil he's always on the run and sprinting from pill to pill my son he's got problems galore one step ahead and two back he has woes and each morning brings him more and the list is a litany of everything he's come to lack he lacks the ways and means to say no even if it's something he knows is counter-productive every evening he wonders where he should go because he's chasing something strong and seductive his objective is a powder that provides him peace because, son, he's not comfortable being him you see that man is me and I hope someday my quest will cease and my beloved son, I hope you don't end up like me © 2012....copyright PHREECEE ~free cee!~

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