|Snip, Snip, Snip|
| They said that my poem was much too long|
that I needed to better learn the craft,
not wanting their misery to prolong
I took out a scissors and cut it half. . . .
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|The Very Thin Line|
| I worked at a prison near a city in the Southwest, just outside of its throng, |
Some of the inmates took responsibilty for their actions, knowing that they had done wrong.
While others would swear that they had definitely been framed.... victims of someone else's smudget,
One thing that was in common was . . .
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