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A Diamond In the Rough

The sun was hot but it was cold He was old but I was not I could walk but he could not Although he was frinedly I was not He spoke to me but I did not I thought he was beneath me but he taught me alot Although he was old he had wisdom The kind that came from a kingdom Grace, and peace of a lord if only I had listened he spoke to me with a commanding voice he told me I have a choice which path will I chose The path of peace and enteral light with dimonds to light Or the path to damnation and enteral darkeness full of wrath in the path

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