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Dec 2011
A silent tear, a colorful cry.

A man called queer, he only sighs.

A dyslexic boy, can’t read nor write.

But there are no problems with his sight.

A man with no face back from Vietnam

He saved his friend when he jumped on a bomb.

A pale little girl who wears black and loves night

Has a disease that stops her from playing in the light.

These are people too, do you still think you’re cool

When you laugh at misfortune you worthless ******* tool!
Shane Teter
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