footprints in the earth.....

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I stood where you stand
Living in this very land
I haveL seen  what you've not,
The battles that I've fought

My speech is in a a word,
I spare not discipline's rod
To chastise you my child
Lest you grow crude and wild

Presentment you may harbor
But, you most toil in labour
That in future you are too shall too
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