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It doesnt take long before it comes.
It doesn't seem wrong when it does.
Before you know it, somebodys got a gun.
Before you know it, it's already been done.
Isn't it frightening when it happens?
Does it shake you to the very core?
There isn't any rhyme or reason to it.
Though it hardly makes a difference anymore.
Violence in the streets and broken homes everywhere.
Forces of nature intervene, then we unite as if we care.
There seems to be a double standard to all of this.
An image comes to mind of Uncle Sam clenching his iron fist.
You have your ideals displayed for everyone to see.
Project it with a spotlight out across the sky and celebrate
your own idiocy.
Just don't be too surprised if your attempts are ignored.
After all your efforts and rehearsed lines, you forgot to plug
in the cord.
-BMW













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++Your all kinds of beautiful++
haven't been on here for months. sorry for late replies
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I can see forests, but where the hell are the trees?
ive just writen a new poem!! check it out mister!! xxxx
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++Your all kinds of beautiful++
haven't been on here for months. sorry for late replies
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