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fat chances

fat chances take your fat chances trim you wick for flight lantern blown by western winds turn the guns of night bullets on terrors clouds smoke comes barreling down poets are beat from the bush trump card knows how to push pope rapes the children listen to their screams torture for the Jews hitler's hidden seam sewn past eyes of recognition that only the blind could see draw your firing line watch me step across i am not a lost soul stuck within a coins toss drink with me as i learn to die my love is emortal stretching beyond outstretched skies watch as my cat dances teaching fat chances to sing forgotten lullabys ?

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