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I never hear the word "escape"
Without a quicker blood,
A sudden expectation
A flying attitude!

I never hear of prisons broad
By soldiers battered down,
But I tug childish at my bars
Only to fail again!

Added: 19 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 13 Feb 2012 4:39 AM | Viewed: 7706 times

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