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This Sunday Morning
I think, I need to refresh my memory.
I'd better search my inventory.
Maybe I'll come up with a story.
Something for you to read this Sunday morning.
Or how about a poem instead,
like something you've never read.
A reason to get your ass out of bed.
I've got something that would rattle your heads.
If you could only read between the lines.
But as it is, to it your blind.
All the secrets that people hide.
Yet in someone they always confide.
And to another they will always lie.
Straight faced with fear in their eyes.
Their mind racing,how could they know.
Sure enough that you tip-toed.
Who possibly could of told?
Breaking down your mind will fold!
Paranoia strikes deep and cold.
How many people could possibly know?
I think it's time for me to go..............................
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