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I’ve got nothing to regret.
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Well, that’s a lie.
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The list is longer than my arm.
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I am at the business of writing a little something.
I have a small fire burning for it.
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I am thinking today about Sgt. Kimberly Munley.
Her actions make me so proud.
She ran to the sound of gunfire and put her man down. She took bullets in both legs and her right wrist and yet closed on him, firing all the way. She put four bullets in him. She stopped that son of a bitch right there.
I’d like to buy her a beer, I’ll tell you what.
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I’d like to paint her goddamn house.
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I got a call on Friday from this woman, she’s crazy as a shit house rat. She’s got aphasia and the IQ of a ten year old girl and she’s pretty good looking. You can see the problem there.
The local cops are sick of her shit.
But she’s going to get killed by this guy who’s stalking her.
It isn’t anyone who’ll listen to her.
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I’m fooling myself thinking I can make a difference. In ways that matter or don’t.
This shitstorm has been rolling on unimpeded long before I showed up.
I ought to be more cautious than I am.
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But it can’t be helped.
It’s some things you do despite you know better.
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Namaste, y’all.
Don’t give up.
You’ll yet persevere.
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