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About This Poem
Duress
Living in the shire;
Searching for that ring;
You may have found a lot of things;
But you never kept a thing.
You hid behind a bush;
While purpose you compiled;
Disguised yourself as innocent;
But the dung you left was vile.
And in the fires of your yesterdays;
In the crackles you may hear;
You may live defensively;
But you’ll never beat the fear.
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