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He sat in his lunch time corner / Living his life in his head / Before him his usual midday pint / Not hearing what customers said. / One day a group of young fellows / Loudly pontificated on war / How we sho
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and boldly march a forth / with in lifes probibility / and change the hand of sword / to brisk its abrasions. / like flames that ingulf / dby Sixfootdropin 35 lines, on May 8 3:23 PM 2007. In Life, Pain and Spirituality, /, Lost in abstract thought
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