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Trouble

By MilesC, A small town, PA

Trouble seeks and trouble finds.
Trouble ties and trouble binds.
Chained in bondage you are caught.
Artful Dodger you are not.
You are trapped when Trouble knocks.
Promethius strapped to a rock.

Then Trouble takes you on parade.
People jeer and screech your name.
Forced to face them, one and all.
Put on trial, Trouble calls
the jury, quite a motley crew.
But the judge my dear,

the judge is you.




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