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Feb 2014
I am really, sorry,
I'm sorry that your favorite place to hike,
Turned into a place to shoot up.
"You are legal here, now, so make it work,"
The inspector snarled quite silently.
You know if my neighbors see you up here,
They might shoot you,
They might sic their dog.
If they catch you,
On this side of the lawn.
Written by
Douglas Beights
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