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Amidst the cackle like din of the crows dressed in black,
So deep in the dark trembling confines of life's sack,
The voice of my conscience warns me off my pending track,
As the ugly demon dagger stabs wildly at my back,
The mind plays its game mixing truth up with fact.

by Fred Guymon, November, 1998

Fred W. Guymon
2519 Williams Grant
Sugar Land, TX 77479

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