Spin
the tales
Hit
the tails
The
yapping loudly
The
people stare
The
back doors spin
The
swinging doors never sleep
The
crooks know the pot of gold
They
wait in the wings
The
pack of hound dogs
Sniffing
for the kill
In
the shadows they wait
For
the fall of the greed
The
tales in the air
Common
goals cut the chase
It
is back to race
The
common- goals forget
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