November 10, 2008
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In some dark recess, in the back of the mind,
There It lingers. There It hides.

Creeping and crawling, It finds It's way out,
That little monster. The one called Doubt.

Soon It overtakes Hope and Faith,
Leaving Chaos and Destruction in It's wake.

Rearing It's head at the front of the Mind,
Casting all wishes and dreams aside.

Twisting all thoughts around and about,
Good Tidings and Cheer It will leave one without.

Grinning smugly, it saunters on back,
Duty accomplished. Completion of task.

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