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Monday, June 19, 2006


   The Fate At Home Awaits....
Death Is Seen By The Reaper,
Turn Around And Face Your Keeper.
Up This Hill I Dont Know,
On A Road Where Do I Go?
As I Run Through The Night,
When Morning Comes I Have A Fright.


Daylight Breaks Through Morning Dark,
I Look And See My Neiborhood Park.
This Anger Is Worse Than I've Ever Had,
I'll Never Go Home To Face My Dad.

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