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RAIMENT
His robe of self-righteousness
Had sheathed his conscious soul,
Youth's years had left not mars;
The garment, played the role.
His robe of self-acclaim
Had failed his anxious soul,
Deep within were selfish scars;
The garment, now unfolds.
His robe now filthy rags
Had bared his living soul,
Great wealth, life had barred;
The garment, had been his goal.
-Elizabeth Wallace Morehead-
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Wallace and Morehead
families.
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