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thank the lords
he leaned over to my ear
and cupped his hand so only i could hear
he said that my parents died
in a big car crash
it was a cold rainy night
and as awlways it started with a fight
but what made this time different is the girls response was
thank zues thank hera and the heavans above
that their cold hard painfull hand is dead
and my bruises are no longer going to be fed
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