To tell you the truth...I love you, lot, more than you love me back, but you made me straight...walking from you...shaking the dust from my feet and the insults from my ears. My eyes are cast away, as though, they are not my own for the things I have seen...and even though, you fed me gall...I am not bitter...worse...I care for you all, though, you salt of the earth have lost your savor...
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016
Deming, New Mexico
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