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| always falling somewhere | the circle, complete yea, I know, been gone a long time, more on that elsewhere and later... my Memorial Day poem... the circle, complete and i hid there behind his carcass eating bullets that were meant for me, for you and all you've got to say is buddy can you spare a dime when you couldn't spare a nickel's worth of sorrow for the bloodshed that you had me bring right to your sill 500 channels and it's all live all we ever wanted was everything clickclickclick and the mag's empty and the body's full of lead but he's long dead so who's really to blame blood never lies live every day like it's your first, love like it's your last and don't forget me when the sun comes out again blood only cries a child wakes up in her mother's arms, and the guns are silent until then, we have to lock and load that's your bones in the dirt now, step up blood brings blood Last edited by raindrops; 05-30-2008 at 09:37 PM. |
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