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Hardware Hearing


Gears go grinding Days are blinding People come in and out Showing what their all about Buying nuts or buys bolts personalities sending jolts Cut-clean, tie and button up shirt Jail time, inked up born in the dirt They come to believe and are buyers to strive Spending a living to help keep them alive. Stories of worry. You be the jury. Who is fit to get the praise? Who will we smother in haze? Can’t say I know what to do so I share this thought with all of you. Put your step. Give your rep. And discover the new we never thought to know.
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