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I can’t see love ahead, no matter
How far down the road I look
All my love has ever been
Was a worm on a hook,
A chicken neck in a crab pot,

A pathetic little girl
Apologizing for being hurt.
It’s no wonder
I’ve never been worth
A gentle hand.

They were all right about me.
I secede.

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