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Bullets Fly


Bullets fly bang bang
Bullets hurt when they hit you
That’s what I was told
Bullets fly and people die
Bodies everywhere
Bullets fly people die when bullets fly a wry
Innocent as well as the bad die when bullets fly
Why
Why do bullets fly?
Because someone is stupid
Someone is mad
Someone that is bad
Someone anyone can make bullets fly
Why do we make bullets fly?


Copyright 2005

Submitted: Friday, May 26, 2006

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  • Ronald Stroman (5/27/2006 8:14:00 AM)

    some of us protect ourselves, and know what to do.

    i'd rather a COP, catch me with a gun.

    than a FOOL... catch me without it! ! ! (Report) Reply

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