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.: Monday, October 03, 2005 :.
in the ides of october,
lie the sores of my shoulders,
as the fall suckers in to the cold.
yesterday's villian,
is today's penicillin,
but the date on the bottle's too old.
live kindly in dark,
strong words as we part,
to the future's of which we've been sold.
I'll see you tommorow,
if there's time left to borrow,
and the courage within me's so bold.
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