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Men so quick to point the finger. When, they share equal guilt. In the alleged crime as well. We're poster children The few who got branded. A scarlet letter,curse. Many share. But few wear. Every white sheep, is matched up with a black one. To keep the flock in balance. There are more of us. Hidden in your slipping eyesight.
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
Black Sheep. White Sheep.
Men so quick to point the finger. When, they share equal guilt. In the alleged crime as well. We're poster children The few who got branded. A scarlet letter,curse. Many share. But few wear. Every white sheep, is matched up with a black one. To keep the flock in balance. There are more of us. Hidden in your slipping eyesight.
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 1:58 PM UTC
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