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By Jack Joseph Smith
There
When I chickened out I was there,, when I had
a song and left it, I was there; when Paris was named
in fifty two before Christ, I was there, every
time I walked away from the ones I loved, notice,
I was there;; all the way across destany we are
there; I know when, in four fifty two after Jesus
T'was at the gates of Rome with Leo, talking with
Atila,, cause that is what happens every day
Over these thousand's of years
I have it down-