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Sometimes eye can get bent it is the fault of no one
It is the way the gangs give signals to the others of their kind each one meaning 
death they play they flash the gang sign and then the way they play the way they 
give the death a double finger can mean a chopper a little hatchet he has hidden 
in the grass behind him a little further down the garden path of his destruction 
little further than the evidence suggests that we must go a man waves his hand 
at me and makes me think he is just showing me his gang he is just showing 
me his GUN hand thing his way he does his murder and some of the man who 
waves at me is sure to  be like this sometimes a hand is waved in just hello but 
that was then and this is now and to be sure it all confuses me most anyhow 
they wave it seems a gesture to be down to be thrown at me to make me frown to 
make this clown to fear for his own sanity please just keep the gesture of that 
wave please keep it take it to thy GRAVE and let me live in peace and not strang 
predicament of want. Please don’t wave.
The Gesture.

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