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Feb 2014
Some sort of pass time
The dread building
In uneasy places

A vision of what if's
Seeps into the nether part of conscious
Watch and hope that hope not be lost

Ride the lightning *******!
You smell like death
Shall we drag you off and leave
you in the ditches....
how could somebody do something like that?
because this world made them like that!
two different writers
Adam and Uncle T
Trader Tim
Written by
Trader Tim  Michigan
(Michigan)   
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