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Aug 2012
the way it looks is the crook
how it will appear
and who wiill they smear
immersed in the appearance of it all
while origin and substance falls
what will they say
and who will pay
what rule will it served
you dont care, you got some nerve
what category is filled
and now the heart is nil
how does it look, what will they say
I am me and thats the only way
let the chips fall as they may
I love me and thats what I got to say
Stare if you will-i care not what I serve
I choose the me category, the me watcher, the me approver,
The me decider
Written by
Faith Rex
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   Charlie B
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