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Friday, May 20, 2011


Black bile boils up in your throat

Wanting to spit, you start to choke

On all the wrongs unjustly received--

As jealous hands connived and deceived;

Your stomach rolls at the thought that they

Abused your trust and walked away,

And they now hold the golden key

While you lie wasting in misery.

--C.H. Green©2005

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