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Under The Rug

By Bruce Clifford

They killed us with kindness
Then brushed us aside
They loved us for our smile
Then took us for a ride

I will see you at five thirty
Fifty dollars or more
When you find me I will hear your whisper
Until I fall face first on to the floor

You killed me with your silence
Then you brushed me under the rug
You never asked what I was after
Then you looked at me and shrugged

11/4/2010 Bruce Clifford

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