Never Too Late!

Never Too Late!
any resemblance to anyone real or imaginary is mere bad luck
we are all lying in the gutter, but some of us are trying to get up

9.3.07

I don't even know how the gun got in my hand
Five bullets, five names, and a contract worth 500 grand

My only apology is for what I have never done
Five bullets, five names, and my head swinging high in the moonlit sky

(Barry Adamson Whispering Streets,
from the King of Nothing Hill)

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