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By Jack Joseph Smith
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Near Future
Nothing but a big bone *
after the last animal
| . slaughtered
, She looks out there
And says it's troubble
! And she knows behind her
back of concrete
They are talking down
through her veins
| I guess you have .
to live the truth
But even if she ;
hadn't been down the road
All around just another table
I think I'd stick with her