A home desolated to there i rot
My innards churned, by worms are cut
Of the lazy is it, as by hunger are whipped
To the earth their vigour are brought... more »
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In the day she saw an added year, came the craziest thought,
She often held my hand and i often refuse her a hand.
she often showed she loves me and I could only but profess mine.
I've never thought her hand so soft to be held,... more »