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Jan 2019
If I act tough.
They’ll leave me alone,
at least within a certain realm,
  at least near home.


If I smoke and swear,
and gob like them,
maybe I'll get by,
with no problem, maybe?


  If I show I’ve got bottle!
I'll get by a bit,
at least for a while,
    cant be too shy of it!  


If something happens!
With them I'll run away,
you gotta keep up,
   when its every day.  


I was young,
I played the game,
not then, but now!
   I know they all thought the same.
Written by
gus
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