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OAlways standing in the door,

With an itchy finger baby,

Pointed right at me.

I sure hope darling

You have it ready,

When karma calls you out

Into the street,

To answer for all those travesties you create.

My sails are straight,

Free flowing,

Rolling along,

And have been this entire time.

Maybe I should have put a label on myself for you:Healed and not taking the dysfunctional lives anymore so beware my strong truths.

 

 

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