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  1. Posted March 18, 2022 at 7:42 pm | Permalink

    This is Ned, spent time on the battlefield, tattered and torn, limbs all worn, knock on the head last time out, hurt and kill, twist and shout, He’s on walkabout , Faith in mankind to be trusted, Grey walls he tumbled and busted, so let him be, can’t you see ? Tie up the horse and rest the head Ned, your skull it bled, I forgive, let it be said, now lost and alone, thank God for the phone, Paradise is a blank canvas.

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