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Rattlesnakes and Men A Rattlesnake oozes death from it's shady rock covered den Like the evil that creeps out of the pores of all greedy, self centered and conceited men looking for the cheapest of the cheap deals but too old and worn out to know when to stop acting like the children they envy and despise because of the blue and sublime youth in their eyes while looking for a greener cemetary plot, not enough money made to be stacking, half a shopping bag full of cash is not a lot of compassion for anyone down and out, not knowing themselves what their life was about and to become from their wayward ways what they are today. They had to say they couldn't apologize for the things they had done and didn't realize until it was too late to turn around and go back the way they had come so this would end their life long quest for riches, sex and power more or less of a man would have made his peace with God and not wavered in the twilight of dawn under the fading street lights in a city where they had been bred for the lies and the deceit of all other men!
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