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October 2009 
A Poem From Carl
Posted on Feb 7th, 2007
by 
Nicole
Nicole
Living to the end of it all
Makes us soft yet wise
To the enviable prodigal
Conflict and acts of lies.
We sift out those of trust
So that we aren't perplexed
But preparation does little to lust
And in the end we are still vexed.
Undeniably hurt, we cry
Because the wound is deep.
No other remedy would we buy
If it would but put the pain to sleep.
Through the same mistakes
We learn time and time again
That the heart has high stakes
And that gambling is a sin.
-C Chinn
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