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I’d quit, but I’m afraid I’m done down,
That hill, a bottle short and dry throat,
Hit after hit, lost in a dry bin,
Short a dollar, or a dollar short,
A bit of hay, a match in the stack,
Burning down my life, drowning down town,
Bars entrapped me, pots and pans consumed me,
Looking to be free, instead drowned 6 feet deep.
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The Author Page of Historian Steve Dundas
Trying to grow into the successful man God called me to be
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Deep is my love. Deep is my passion. Deep is where I lift a world that's tearing itself down.
BY GRACE THROUGH FAITH
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