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Nobody Calls Me ChickenAt first:This knife fight had begun, and with a straight blade crossed neck the other's done. Their intentions: gone fermenting. And then: The blood (just) like the bulls, began to run sure as will (a)rise: the sun, end will/could/have come. Just as quick as their battle had begun, a straight blade crossed a neck, and the two became or becomes: The one. Ends came, run. (Run for it, Marty!) (Sure I'll meet you there) Seven p.m. sharp Still checks his wrist (for the status on) His lack-of-clock scars... (Great Scott!) |