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 DEAR ABBY
My Celtic tarot cards tell me
Two of us were abused for free
By men who were mean and cruel
We grew in spite of their blood pool

We swam in the liquid red
They tried to take life from our bed
When they came with all their power
We knew there'd be the witching hour

Children run as fast as jaguars
When they touch you with their daggers
Turn away and scream and yell
Tell them to go to hell

They will grow old and infirm
In Satan's place they will burn
Forever in painful eternity
When men as them hurt girls as we

Their diseased parts will rot off
Breathing fire choking cough
For innocence they took away
When we had no God for which to pray

And darkness was all to us
As daddies took away our trust
By feeling up under our clothes
Hiding it right under Mommy's nose

Older now and not afraid
About the time when sick men laid
Us down and made us silently cry
The truth is sin just will not die

Remember girls to talk forever
Tell any one who's clever
A teacher, preacher, sister, brother
A friend, your kin, someone else's mother

If a grown man takes you to a nasty place
If it feels sick and you're disgraced
If you speak eventually someone will hear
Until that lake of blood turns clear.


10/27/2005 0207 cj



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