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 Physical Needs Physical®
I can't do much without His Physical Touch
I can't do anything right without His Arms Tight....


I can't fight a battle cry
i've already lost.
I can't climb the mountain high
my strength's been tossed.
I can't see the earth
for the hell fire.
I can't myself have worth
i'd be a liar.
I can't think of positive
here amidst the pain.
I can only exist not live
thru tears like rain.

And....Sally Frankly Says:
Only artificial breath comes from outside the body
not real within one that's so weak it gives up!
Copyright© 2012
(in black and white too weak to fight)
Sally



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