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By Jack Joseph Smith
The Sling
Nott back and forth
Caught in an angle
When we are dressed in red
No one seems to care
When they are dressed
in anything else
It is always said
I would kill for green
They act like they love you
for being dishonest
But you stat away from blue
You know that must
have something to do with a job
Not a purse have I stolen
you say to yourself,