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Jun 2016
I'm a walking contradiction
A ****** without an addiction
Creating my own brand of fiction
Somewhere along the corridors .....
...... in those annals of my mind
Somewhere along the way I invented
A way to have things permanently printed

And make sure that they are tinted
Into those colors that only I can find
As Long As I wear my rose-tinted glasses
  
So I can say I know it's true I saw it in print
Therefore I'll have credence Lent
It's wrong I know - truth was never ...
......my intent
My only cause....
...... was to manipulate
..... those who are willing to spew forth the hate
.
Roaring out the rhetoric
With foam dripping ... from frenzied yipping and yapping
And in this state of snarling- snapping
Smashing and clashing to be first out the gate

That's how you get the fanatical radicals To all work as a pack
Mad Dogs loose don't care who they attack
And no one can move forward....
..... When everyone is too busy watching their own back
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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