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The Call pt one

Hey hello how do you work this damn thing

I never had a problem till you walked in 

What a shame i was a better man 

Then i let curiosity take its chance but its amazing do you agree 

Is the line busy 

Dont matter you grabbed me by the throat with a rope now im waiting on you to hang up on me 

Im the same one they left hanging when it was cold out chilling on the backstreet


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healingLawpolice killing


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All the pretence of innocence
The rules that one invents
Laws that must be seen to be
Beyond the reach of devilry

Those in power can circumvent
As they like, with full intent
Legal eagles can but try
To keep your vision from the lie

All in all I wonder when
We truly will have freedom again
Twisted knots of red tape can
Imprison every once free man

Number six once held the key
The pr...

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crimeinjusticelawprisonerred tape

North Cyprus Advocates

Why silent you advocates
Anxiety must burden.
In your happy hours
Spending your monies.
‘Tis not us
You cry.
Water does not ripple
Without a breeze.

The wind carries the message
Groaning it’s truth.
Besmirching your reputation
Exposing your callousness.
Heralding your practice
Of assisting rogues.
To rob and steal
Property fairly purchased.

A gale soon comes
Wind of negligen...

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advocateslawnorth cyprus

My Mother In Law, My Mon

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I called you

Mom from day one.

You called me

Shirley, sometimes

you called me Hon.


But I had

to let you go,

I had to say

"Good Bye."

But in my heart

I said,

"Mom please

don't die."


That was more than

ten years now.

Sometimes I

still cry. That ...

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