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Another fool I am who thinks he can Pursue a dream and yet live as a man I must be slow indeed to beat a gong Then chase the birds entreating for a song. For entrance of your heart is bloody feat I rather would have done without a feet Hanging precariously out of doors And toils to bring it inside fate deplores. I wish this fire got a final douse But millions say I need another house Within you though I share it now with some. Yet, won't you some day nestle in a home Although a million knuckles knock your door And thousand vessels dock by yonder shore? How steal me honey fresh without a sting? How fly me heaven straight without a wing? For everything you crave for has a twin That you must bring home too if you must win So I embrace you with as much a thorn And pray some blessed day they all get shorn.

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Date: 9/19/2011 1:33:00 AM
Great rhyme and nice flow Esson....this is great...smiles..chiquita
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