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FIXED SIGN
Ask him for care
It's not there
Hope for his help
He leaves you to whelp
Pray he comes through
No not for you
Stubbornness abounding
Steel wall surrounding
His generosity
Fixed sign let him be
Keep him in lying
At least you'll not be crying
Because this titanium gate
Slams shut before it's too late
My obstinacies will take their toll
On You
As I'm no longer the fool
Giving in to that Fixed Sign
Who eats his cake
Then wants to lick
The frosting off of mine.
10/1/2005 1118 cj
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