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the truth

Truth had me up against the ropes and semi-concious without no boxing skills Fear of it makes hair on my neck grow like minoxodil Watchin the clock is ill when, faced with the truth Parallels observing, amateur video tapes of Twenty-one top notch NYPD cops get ill Fill they minds not to kill still son, never revealed True feelings, we speakin on the truth right now in itself is healing See The Creator, created existence and balance At right angles, unless it was conceived and stated So whoever shall stray away from right lives wrong The deliverance of the word false opposite of truth off course Sure as my slave name sending Troy Donald Jamerson paves the path, enabling truth To stay stable and cling to EARTH! Sorta similar to the way static electricity sting see Truth brings light, light refracts off the mirror Visions of yourself and error could never clearer The truth is that you ugly, not on the outside But in the inside on the outside you frontin you lovely The discovery of these things and all are well-hidden But when you in denial of self it is forbidden, that's the truth

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Date: 4/6/2011 10:23:00 AM
It has been a pleasure to read your excellent poetry today Greg. I hope to get back soon to read more. May you always find inspiration to carry on with your writing endeavors. Love, Carol
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