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Sans a Spade

A sizable portion of my life I've passed, slobbering over The antagonistic ashes Of an untruth. Years down the road, By accident, I exposed; Though this untruth, Was deeply entombed in my psyche, Via a mental backhoe, Satan periodically excavates it Sans a spade.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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