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The Paul Poetry Journey - - - - Page Three.
Conscience

          He views me through a glass eye Sees everything I do Watches with disgust and amusement Views my impish ways Compelling me to improve He is a stalker I cannot Escape A star I cannot Reach A thought I cannot Grasp A leech I cannot Remove






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