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Feb 2020
Oh, if you were keeping count?
You probably would notice the number of males attacked.
We the blame for many hurt ladies feeling a certain way.

Many are catching hell.
When all we are?
Is the next man.

The confidant.
The counselor.
The listener.
I guess you might state a female prisoner.
Waiting on her as warden or commissioner to pardon us.

Catching hell, from her.
And all we are is the next man.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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