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No more can I stand No more must I can bare My painted Heaven is my boys,wife,and my rocking chair. As simple as it sounds,its not in my cards;but I can relent; Too Hell with this;Simple.My bliss Bliss,wish,Thought I may.My glass is still have full Yet on the twenty-fith I can say. The worst holiday that I can remember,well just another December Everyone is gone,no words to stand tall I feel beat,I can never sleep Though when I wake I promise I shall smile Even if it as been awhile. We all will die yet few shall truly live In this year I've lost two kids.

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Date: 2/18/2016 8:32:00 PM
Jai, a sad and heartfelt poem. :( LINDA
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Date: 7/28/2015 10:28:00 PM
Jai, I enjoyed reading your poem today. Take Care. **SKAT**
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Date: 12/26/2014 5:20:00 AM
Very sad dear poet Jai,very emotional.Regards.-Safa
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Jai Bankson
Date: 2/23/2016 10:18:00 PM
Thank you sir