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Jan 2015
A single slip,
ever so slight.
Another cut,
not quite so light.
Tally your **** ups,
let's set them right.
Draw your blade,
it ends tonight.
Every **** up by day will be dealt with by night.
josh wilbanks
Written by
josh wilbanks  north carolina
(north carolina)   
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