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IShare this poem:
f you want to fly
Away Engel I am strong enough to open my wings and let you go If you want to fly Away If that's what you want to do But... Nobody takes your hand Out of mine Not yesterday Not today Not tomorrow In this or any Other Time I am strong enough To destroy them all Reptiles And Mers Et al Whichever line For mine These thieving pretenders These spawns of old traitors The fool's insurgency is long past its prime Mere ticks from High Noon I'm back Black and crazy For Mine For Mine © 2009 Ahkenaton