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This goes to pot, that not
Edward Taylor
Išve got ya, bastard
by the foot
scream, scratch go ahead
Išm sinkin in.
Therešs time to chew
therešs time
time to bite
time to swallow
time to fight
and bite again
the picturešs clear:
I know youšre snapping
after me
me hide sidestep run?
One of us has got to go.
Išve chosen you.
So Išll just sit here
with this foot
and wait until your
heart gives out
then slice it
dice it
into pot.
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