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Jun 2016
Late night into an ever dawning morn
the FBI files play out on the screen
America is so big, and its criminals so scary
I would be lost there, in many ways.
Here on our small island surrounded by the sea
we enjoy a safety, criminals know they get caught, every time.
so they stay away for the most part
and I suppose America is so vast its crime is understandable, to a degree.
Maybe I should watch the Waltons, even things up.
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nivek
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