Like a bitter lead bullet from Grandpa's gun
The stench from an old wine bottle
That's what lies do, to our brain
when we refuse to confront the deceiver.
Like rust that eats away endlessly.
July 12, 2007
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- Darrell Wade
- I am working on becoming an author and in the meantime doing a bit of web design. I am Vice President of the Port Moody Heritage Society.
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