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Prison Will Call
Chimney leans where the blackbirds rest,
Smoke rolls slow through a hollowed chest.
Railroad groans along the valley's spine,
Spitting out sparks on a weathered pine.Catfight, Catfight, Catfight!
From my prison heights.WILLinda
I saw her comments on Twitter one day
Ranting on topics in her unique way
Her profile was odd her posts so intense
Drawn to my light though it makes no sensePower to Will (Stancil)
Oh Will Stancil the foe of fear
Your voice like thunder strong and clear.
Against the tide of wrath and shame
You fought for justice truth your flame.