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No Threat
They argue: “What was his design?”
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
That most are harmless – quite benign.
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
It’s far away; I’d say I’m fine.
It wasn’t me, or one of mine.
I pour another glass of wine.
It wasn’t me or one of mine.
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Change must come from within
And that will be long time in coming
If ever…