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May 2017
Branded a coward
I wouldn't fight
Killing oh killing
Is not morally right.
Chicken they call me
Cluck cluck cluck
I'm not fighting and
I don't give a f-ck
Up against thee establishment
Trouble maker I
shot at dawn don't understand why.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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