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Sep 27
Whether you were a boy
Whether you were a girl
We, who are a little older remember fists up?

Some holds on you grudges even later.
While others later became friends.
Many times, fights are how friendship begins.

Then came a different climate of weakness.
Where toughness is guided by different logics and philosophy.
Instead of fists up, it's totally the opposite.

It's guns up and fist down.
When you wish deeply it could be fists up and guns down.
Because now, you are visiting those about to go under -ground.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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