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Many will go
So few to return
Those left behind
We mourn to learn

With a sleight of hand
This all begins
Another lost day
Too soon it ends

These willful tragedies
Consume and despair
As one walks in
Never to repair

At least we can remember
What has been lost
Always to continue
To the gallows, they are brought

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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