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On my belly I conspire To Live A life of crime Glory above There is no Such thing as No Values All fortunes and deeds become dusty clouds On the horizon There is only A legacy of old jokes Passed down through births and marriages across towns Held up by gunpoints and finger points Pinned down by church potlucks and Casseroles Propped up by war stories and movies About heroes Brought down by their own Glories In the dust
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
I lie
On my belly I conspire To Live A life of crime Glory above There is no Such thing as No Values All fortunes and deeds become dusty clouds On the horizon There is only A legacy of old jokes Passed down through births and marriages across towns Held up by gunpoints and finger points Pinned down by church potlucks and Casseroles Propped up by war stories and movies About heroes Brought down by their own Glories In the dust
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May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
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