Hard Times
Saddened woman, with the new court summon.
Keep your eye on the prize.
Angry man, with the gun in your hand.
Don’t let the world be your demise.
Little sister, with the open blister.
You’ll be happy again.
Big brother, with no significant other.
Our love is not a sin.
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