Thursday, 13 December 2018

Jack Robinson



[[ using all manner of cliche and a repetitive first line as the rhyme to tell the story of a man on a corner who saw another man die ]]

Man was standing here
before my own eyes
this was before your time

Man was standing here
stabbed in the back
before you could say knife

Man was standing here
straight in the eye
saw his soul leave his body

Man was standing here
then he was down forever
you could cut the atmosphere

Man was standing here
never learned his name
he was here and then he was gone


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