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My Hero
“My Hero”
When I close my eyes the inside of my soul cries/
All the times that people he loved signed onto lies/
About his life and how he felt about the lives and his spice/
How they would dive so low upon his demise was a crime/
They say good drive as ending hard times left liars lives in a better place/
A brow raises high as a decision larded with liars lines was direly played/
I know praise is ripe with opinion departed from factual finds frayed/
But a canoe race to a type of fabrication restarted a number of ways weighted/
Out of the know in light of the parted nutrients to slumber away dated/
Shout out to my hero bright in the heart to new truant stumblers prated
Copyright ©
Kyle Gee
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