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| Open Poetry #34 |
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The Hoof for the guys |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
The send us out to kill And then come back again As taxi drivers in New York When did we mouth Teaching us all Loosing friends To lose Friends We trusted That mattered We dont breed killers We just train them To order How can you decorate them inside Unless a Politician Needs an aside We all make our choices And we get them wrong But the innocents Always now and know Where they belong |
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