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Sunday, April 21, 2013
Poem: Old Fires Die Hard
Men are strong. Men are weak. Its good to see you. Out of the fire
comes something better. What is it though? You have to wonder. Is it
easy or is it hard? It’s easy. What if there was something more? The
new burns bright and strong but the old just will not die. What should I
do? I ask you. What should I do? Grow up? Yes. Will do.
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