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Bill Cantrell
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Friends will bend
under the wind,
nothing remains the same
One thing for sure
I will endure
in spite of the burn
of my pain
Do not inquire
time has elapsed,
too late for a salve
that is lame
Just greet with a smile
from a tame crocodile
with tears befitting
no shame
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