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Lord help me make it
Through this day:

My body it is ill
Give me the strength
To drive away
This virus that I feel

Noah was here
He raised his voice
It's very clear
I'm not the choice

Of young this time
Too old and sick
Quietly here write a rhyme
Try not to do too quick

I do what I can
As I am able
However I am not a man
I put the food on this table

Did that for you Noah dear
From 0 to 24
In this day to make this clear
You don't live here anymore

I live alone
Two dogs are my kids
A bird, A phone
A mind that rids

The negativity yelling
Survives the world of failing...
...Left unheard

9/11/2008 1152 cj

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