Tuesday, February 26, 2008

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'O troubled morns set sail this ship, search out hidden coves;
Down wrinkled cheeks roar tears to singe my heart,
Shall ne're we find eternity's treasure trove?
Life presses flesh: What's the play? Where's my part? '
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Toney Brooks
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