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Dear Joe


Dear Joe,

You asked me if I trusted you

Told me to close my eyes

Not a word did I utter

My eyes did shutter

As I waited; patient, calm, serene

You tore apart my precious life

Fold by fold into the night

My family gone with a blasted gun

My world shattered – to you it was fun

As I see the destruction that you have wrought

I can tell you now:

My answer is no
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