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Aug 2013
You wouldn't believe it if I told you
we can now walk
away from guns
put the safety on the trigger
put the razor in the gutter
stop running for a second,
look back to reckon:
is it still back there?
mojo, where art thou?
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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