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Sep 2017
He cries.

His chilld’s hungry,

Chicken gnawed to the bone.

Chose to keep his head down

But it hasn’t paid.

So, he hits the street.



The world at his feet.

Or, at least, this trade.

His chance to take the crown

Now, he hears sirens drone.

Regretfully,

He cries.
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Cian Kennedy
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Cian Kennedy  27/M/London
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