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Just like a weasel living life as a scavenge I’m sure just like he it’s not as he would have planned it And with patrol shifts going out to all the giants and talls They sure use their big britches to control us their fellow smalls I’ve educated my self in history of war and treaties Why it’s unhumbling to see history just repeating Down at my hands now old ones new The choices I’ve made created their lines and grooves Smack dab out of the toxicity Dropping and falling repeatedly and repeatedly And when I hit the grounds bottom I bounce back right up to the top And there’s no time to get your footing stuck on such Because around around the wheel continues and turns Its only at your end your allowed to get off Stacy Lopez 12/12/21

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