Everybody loves you
Till you get up off your knees
I am a lover of fine art
But it is not made by slaves
I am a lover of freedom
That is here because of the brave
Believe me this is as warm as I get
But I can get much colder
Either way the first thing I wanted to feel
When 911 went down
Was a stock recoiling against my shoulder
Neils
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09/08/2010
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transcribed this time
8:08 pm
09/10/2010
N....again
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