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THE WORD
The world alone
My cloth a thorn
Myself alone
My flesh a bone.
Some years ago
I see thee grows,
Some part or me;
Make me a owl.
Though,through i go
Miles i crowl,
Thou thought me a fowl;
Here come the word
For my beloved foe.
Written by TJSally
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