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Hit Men (by Diogenes Bob)
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Hit men are people
Who kill for their pay.
But the people they kill
Were going to die anyway.
It is the same for those
Who make poeple croak
By growing and selling
Tobacco to smoke.
It is only speed
Which does divide
This legal business
From homicide.
Kill slowly
And you're okay.
Kill quickly
And they put you away.
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