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Mar 2014
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Broken down

There ain't no-one lookin
To
Be found

Least ways not around here no more

••

Broken away

The neighborhood sense

Only thing here is wealth
And

It's pretense

••

All we are is cardboard cut-outs

••••••

Don't ya care for Love no more?

Making WAR against the POOR

It's the only game in town

••

Let's go away

Ain't no reason no more to stay

Gotta go to where we can breathe

•••
Gotta be more to what life's about



Broken up



Ain't gonna cry tears no more

Ain't gonna fight the WAR against the POOR

A HUMAN I AM

NOT A CARDBOARD CUT-OUT

NOT A CARDBOARD CUT-OUT
Written by
jeffrey robin
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   Joel M Frye, daisies, --- and Traveler
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