Retire
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Don't tell 'em that we conspire
On that plan to retire
I can become what was discussed
To the truth of this I must
My friends are my foundation
The faith I have to tame a nation
The hopes and dreams created
From beveled edges of men sedated
Long forgot my own disdain
Reminded of by constant pain
This shall kiss the child's cheek
Flowering forth I feed the meek
Posted by Richard Handley at 11:23 PM
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