Pawns In A Game
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Randy McClave
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You hold the gun
And I hold the wound,
Your words are all done
Mine has just ballooned.
We look into each other's eyes
Both knowing that we were right,
We know the wrongs and the lies;
So, of course we did fight.
Each other believes in so many untruths
Then we look for someone else to blame,
As man did when he ate from the first forbidden fruit;
We are just pawns in another man's game.
Randy L. McClave
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