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These Cages Aren’t Metaphors Anymore
A man loves freedom outside his own abode
Not quick to drink but virtues soon are lost
How fast luck moves! Escape though? ‘Twas so close
Pulled over, cuffed, he learned this liquor’s cost
Now should he leave this fearful site unscathed
He’ll prosper after papers set him free
The luck remained and helped him walk that day
Yet cells contained inmates in need of leave
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Sunday 8th December 2019 5:14 am
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