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Wednesday, May 25, 2011

We meet them occasionally

Soul of Decency
by GC

I knew a guy
who mostly spent
most of his time
down and out

He didn't have
a pot to piss in
or a window to
toss it from

Same guy would
give the shirt
off his back
at a moment's need

He'd walk a mile
in your shoes
lending a hand
never complaining

Son of a gun was a Athiest.

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