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Two children fought hard on a street

Neither would give up, beat a retreat

I intervened, and gave one my hand

Other went down, soon bit the sand

 

Gave other hand to wipe those eyes

Doled false hopes, soothed with lies.

God saw it all, sent seraphs with wands

They became swords, cut off my hands

 

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