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A Man Called Dog
by Nick Sym There is a man, for whom I have gained respect,for most he keeps the streets safe
Within a circle holding hands tightly,
his posse speaks the words of faith
Pictures on the wall of those who lost hope,
he prays for every one
Chasing those in the mysteries of the night,
or through the heat of the blazing sun
A family man so loving,
you can see it in his children’s eyes
A sense of humour with his wife Beth,
he can always get a rise
Meth, crack, ice, or H,
it's all garbage which leaves you in a fog
But be warned, one day, and I am certain,
you will have to face
The Dog
By Nick Sym
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About Nick Sym 
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I feel bad that you have stopped posting to APSense... You write so nice. I will go and Google you and see if I am able to find where you are now posting your work!... Cindy
Oct 18th 2011 14:42