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Post by Pandie on Jul 15, 2010 19:23:14 GMT -5
This poem has been misplaced. If anyone manages to stumble across a poem about cutting, please do post it as a comment under this link.
I do believe, if memory serves me right, it ended with
"experience does not come with age, with widsom or with charm, just read the stories of a life, engraved upon my arm. "
Once this poem has been located, it will be added to the list. Thanks, folks!
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