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18 January 2022

loup garou

 



I’m an old dog now            and just getting older           all the violence and insanity       has been bleached from my bones           time turns lions into lambs         and melts swords into plowshares           but I won't be corralled       into some holding pen behind the abattoir                 I have the moon in my throat          and blood in my eyes               I could still squeeze out           one more explosion         one more bout of mania              to see me down the road

hear my voice 'Dagger'

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