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The lonesome anguish beckons Love lost aches and torments so Ferrell demons of the black night Seem as to never let him go

For Ewell and Barry Binkley and Sir Dancalot

When April swells the marshes The red winged birds will know

What have I learned in my trials so far

Can any man say he is not beholding to the spring from which life flows?

The fruits loins I would not know

No hungered child is a lost soul Nor a beggar be taught how to live By preaching morals to the poor We take from whom we should give

We stand unafraid of the night.

A smart man learns from his mistakes.While a wise man will learn from yours!!Tate ..

So many lifetimes come and go between ill spent youth and the grave Hopes and dreams of generations Are the memories we all save