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Just A Name
By
Rusty Broadspear
It always stuck with him
Followed him
Since that black day
All those years ago
But it's only a name
Sticks and stones
And no smoke
Endlessly running
Never lose sight
Of the mob
Just doing his job
Through the night
Then driving home
After paying a visit
To the market bar
His car
Knew the way
Well it did that day
Picked up two kids
They rode the car
For a hundred yards
Before falling into the path
Of an oncoming truck
And now
Like lingering smoke
From a global ashtray
Since that black day
All those years ago
It lives with him
Sticks with him
Follows him
But it's only a name
Walking
Crossing the road
Head still hangs in shame
He hears someone mutter
Murderer.
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