Untitled Poem by mark bowdidge

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If theres any thing you want to say
this it your shot
your one and only
i give you a loaded gun
and you'll want to play a game
of shame and dismay
...my simphany of a life
so horribly written
is just another cry for somthing
and no i dont want your help
ill figure it out myself
and ill leave the gun upon the shelf
for you...

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