Mar Met Poems

Fight fight and don't look back
or else you'll fall into the tracks
of the war machine making for
the battle almighty bloody war.
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What a night, what a night, I'm whacked, I'm drained I need my bed;
Another shift, another night, another drunk who wants a fight;
Those smells, that noise, the pain I saw is in my head;
One more job, just one more job, I can see the sun, the morning light;
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'Look' said the sun and pointed its rays to the lovers walking down the lane

'They are in love, isn't that sweet' the sun elaborated and intensified the warmth and brightness
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