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Apr 2013
The Olive GMC and the Mazda Blue
sat side by side,
To say my interest was not piqued too
I would have lied,
One flipped a knife while looking out,
they divided water,
Cheese, eggs, carrots, and more about
Provisions provided
Unkind thoughts with unsaid words,
were behind their bravado
in plain view.

Shock not awe, what had I watched, what had I seen,
Looking out after each other
Brothers in unity together bathed in criminality,
Awash in a tight knit community of wrong-
doers.
Were they about to run, or was this a trip
for hunting, who would know,
I could not hear the voices, only watch the
show, horror on my face, as they
looked around the place.

The battle is over
Now starts the war
Wary and watchful
Hour one through 24
I know we will take hits
They live like this
We are not trained
Except to call the cops,
And when, they get the
time, to come by and stop.

After all it is only circumstantial.
And for some of us it will be a disaster,
ruin, ruin, ruin us and push us beyond
our financial
limit.

Prayer spoken by man and wielded
by God,
Leave it to Him and His choosing,
seems odd,
To some and not to others,
join me if you can and if you will,
for Him to intervene,
before our place becomes
a crime scene.
Disclaimer, this is a fictional characterization, any similarity to any vehicles,
people, criminals or activities is purely accidental and should not been taken
out of context, or as a statement of facts.
Ottar
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Ottar  where you will find me
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   bex, --- and Emily Tyler
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