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Candid he was and they were, Told me things I had never heard before, Most of the stuff I heard, Was bitter and stung like stings, I called them prejudiced and furious, And returned several things about and concerning them, That I do not remember what I returned, Shows that my reply was off the cuff and excited, They had began gradual and stayed so, Till the time they had done me full, I still hear them say all that word by word, Wait perhaps they were right here..and, Right there ..as well ..perhaps, They were all correct about me, Hell I cant help their being right, Because in the time I realized that they were perhaps correct, I had gathered more stings deep inside.

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