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Jan 2014
We wore rebelliousness on our shoulders,
frisky pool-hall junkies with high & tights,
cracking skulls was our nature,
warriors straddling the edge,
for in a moment’s notice
we could be whisked,
whisked away into harm’s way
& harm takes no prisoners,
neither did we.
I was thinking about some of my buddies & wondering where some of those knuckleheads ended up....
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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