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For Something Id Done

I was in a tawdry bar,

Or public house,

Being threatened,

For something I’d done.


Darting furiously…

Through city streets,

Running, running,

For something I’d done.


My companion hailed,

And stopped a bus,

Its metal doors flew open,

For something I’d done.


Had to get to them,

Had to get through them,

Under furious pursuance,

For something I’d done.

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