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Sunday, February 25, 2007
Feeble
Feeble.
Feeble hands,
Never land,
Sifting through the sands.
Gumming brick,
Bleeding quick,
How to make a plan.
Gonna slide,
Try abide,
What you know is wrong.
Sniffing grit,
Feel its prick,
Never did belong.
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