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Saturday, May 2, 2009

No flags of truce no cries of pity...

I realized this morning...

That this was truly my song to my wife...

I was smart enough to lock her in the bathroom...

And make her listen...

The battlements are on fire, yet my spies run across the border to an other's land retrieving land mines hoping no bricks have been laid...

Strangely, prophetically I wanted to sing this for her first...

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