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No Mans Land
He's seen Hell before
And this falls well short.
Does she think she can scare him
With this thrill for bloodsport?
What? ! Is she kidding?
Does she think he's not free?
Lass, he's exactly where
He's chosen to be.
There is nothing permanent
About a Chick with a fist.
It is only his comfort zones
With powers to persist.
He stands in the linger
Of the horrors from before
And nows the time Honey
That he shows you the door.
He'll reach for things better
He'll create them himself
For courage, he'll raise his glass
And drink to his health: -)
poem
by
Ruby Honeytip
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