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Bare Bones
We come and we go
We go and we come
Some come often
Some never do,
They keep going
And going
Looking to come
But seldom do,
Who knows why,
The size of their shoes
The depth of their blues,
Nakedness a fear
Truth too dear,
But hey, pure passion
Like honesty and truth
Is bare bones man,
Bare bones.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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