The ThiefJust grit your teeth And pretend there is no pain. Your heart’s with the thief; Pursuing will be no gain. You gave it up so easily; no fight. You let it dangle for the world to see. Now you’ve lost it and there’s no rescue in sight. You will never now be free. Hold your chest; grip to your sanity. There is no right or wrong. Now you will decay with your vanity And get slain by the throng. You may plead, but there is no hope. Relive each paralyzing blow. Do what you do; it’s how you cope. Once it’s there, it begins to sow. GThe Thief
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A candyshop murder, spills pixie stick blood. A creamsaver deathwish, with lollipop love. The bruised penny candies, complain of some pain. And a gobstopper shootout, starts over again. Chocolate bars stumble, Junior Mints fall. The violence of candy, affects one and all. Some small candy buttons, had hidden in fright. Most candies were hiding, and weeping, all night. Lemonheads went unsour, Nerds didn't crunch. The non-popping poprocks, ate sixlets for lunch. Swedish Fish out of water,
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