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Jul 2010
Put a bullet in my chest, lay my heart to rest, I've given it my best, but i'm tired of this test.
This crest on my vest is tattered and torn, worn out from the time I was born.
Like lightning is a broken bottle I've lost the spark, false starting after missing my mark.
Call me Kent without the Clark. No suit to suit me, no cape to wear, my past now haunts me, but it can never give me a scare.
I' m alone with no fear to share, no love to care, I am empty, bare.
So please put a bullet in my chest, let me find some rest, I wish i had a better best, but the crest on my vest says that I have less.
A bird not ready to fly, still get thrown out its nest.
- From Adaptations of an Imperfect Evolution
Richard Allen Pogue
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Richard Allen Pogue  In the atmosphere
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