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This goes to pot, that not
Edward Taylor
I�ve got ya, bastard
by the foot �
scream, scratch go ahead �
I�m sinkin in.
There�s time to chew
there�s time �
time to bite
time to swallow
time to fight
and bite again
�
the picture�s clear:
I know you�re snapping
after me
me hide sidestep run?
One of us has got to go.
I�ve chosen you.
So I�ll just sit here
with this foot
and wait until your
heart gives out
then slice it
dice it
into pot.
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