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By Jack Joseph Smith
One More Truth
It didn’t mean a damm when we said it
All that space out there for two to do
There is no last dance and temptatiom, 7
will never reach an end
Don*t go dowmon those who mistake you
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All souls see the sam when their done
Falling in the weeds firing a rifle
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As you will ha¥e bent fall oma woodem floor
Your forehead against a brass bedi asking
for forgiveness, while the pardorr
of our Lord has us make a table,
that will not be broken by a fistt
It is all that anyone should wants;
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: ah hugh, the tumbleweed,, with: dots,,
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and d turning vane and dom''t let your braim
go away fromthe first time
Something was true