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The Creed of a Judge

I sit in this chair upright and proud in a black robe
with a gavel.
Being seen as a pillar within humanity.
My attention must be keen.
My sentences must be fair and just, with one and all.
The only thing that can and will lead to my demise
is to condemn myself by making rush decisions
that may haunt me till my grave.

Stanley Victor Paskavich

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