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Poem by Kent Jackson
NO MORE
Hmmm… They ask me, “How come you don’t come ‘round no more?” I say, “I don’t have a need for that pain… no more!”
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At night, the committees aren’t in session…
no more. So much freedom comes from surrendering. No more fear of violence or deceit.
Close your eyes. Sweet dreams. Just remember in the morning to give thanks and say, no more.
Kent Jackson
