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By Jack Joseph Smith
Trouble
I did not think twice
I did not think once
About what had never happened before
About what had never happened before
I did not think that death was a concurance
I did not think the cause of death
was a lapse of memory
How could I do the same thing over
How could I do the same thing over
Now this is no cover up,
No gloss
Now this is loss