Under Pressure

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Oh - she's fed,
she's fed with spoon.
And - oh - the dread,
dark side of moon.

It's bad, it's bad, it's bad,
it's worse.
A one-way ticket, to a
hearse.

Too soon? Too quick?
to be let go.
Needles stitch, but hands
don't sew.

Terror engulfs,
periodic rounds.
Down for the count,
can't take the pounds.





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