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Jul 2017
Broken down and bust
Fallen idol with rust
No love nor lust
Forgotten covered in dust.

Large serving of self pity
Tired of this grey city
Back to the nitty gritty
Oh such a pity.

The end is nigh
Best quickly get high
Do it down on the sly
Knowing everyone will ask why.

Take a big bite of that crust
In God we pretend to trust
Life doesn't have to be just
Broken down and bust.
Injury
Robert J Howard
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Robert J Howard
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   Renan Racy and Johnny Scarlotti
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