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I may be thrown off the street
Begging for a shield he promised me
Refuse charity people offered me
Burnished throne of the envious she shared
made my heart beaten gold

they put me in the undertow
drowned and tied up
the time has been slated
the loop is ready
grave is waiting,
for a soul to come home ……
and make two grins grow where there was only a grouch before

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