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Just A Name


Rusty Broadspear

It always stuck with him

Followed him

Since that black day

All those years ago

But it's only a name

Sticks and stones

And no smoke

Endlessly running

Never lose sight

Of the mob

Just doing his job

Through the night

Then driving home

After paying a visit

To the market bar

His car

Knew the way

Well it did that day

Picked up two kids

They rode the car

For a hundred yards

Before falling into the path

Of an oncoming truck

And now

Like lingering smoke

From a global ashtray

Since that black day

All those years ago

It lives with him

Sticks with him

Follows him

But it's only a name


Crossing the road

Head still hangs in shame

He hears someone mutter


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