my words

got four legs with a bite that locks
a belt buckle bigger the my hand
eyes that blink never danger no shiver
educated by the scheme your team
where troops patrol the boundary 
no wealth for this patrol just respect
past tenements that hold the capture
a boy that was then maggie Murphy
the fear a wean with a glesga ear

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