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My Hat (Original Version)

My hat is hung on the stray bullets that barely missed,
Swerved just left and saved a kid
Had her feet collided with me we would’ve been gone, that’s for sure
Then I hung my hat on the stray bullets that missed her

If you think about it, you’ll break your own heart
And at times like those, it pays to be heartless
My way home doesn’t look the same now,
Now that my memories are dirtied by the clips

My hat is hung on the stray bullets of a mad man,
Suspended in time, waiting while we watch
Hours pass us by in just seconds, as they were spent in chambers
Then I hung my hat on the stray bullets of a dead man

Our words crossed out the moments they fell
And at times like those, it paid to be helpless
My way to the back, pushing through the still
Now I fear memories that were dirtied by the clips

Shane Clouthier

By Shane Clouthier

The "C" in CKP Media, Shane loves to sell Yu-Gi-Oh! cards on the side when he is not busy showing people new mattresses to help improve their life. Also, an avid poet Shane has self published his poetry in book format. A man of many mediocre talents, we still aren't sure what he is actually great at.

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