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May 2014
It's on to the floor and out the door.
In the hall and to the wall.
Over the wall to the fence.
Over the fence, we go. Freedom not far away.
We hear the horn blow to enable them to know a jail break is on.
It's back go to our cells.
Lock down it shall be.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
(union sc)   
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