Back Door

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    Back Door

    When I look out my back door...
    I hear the voice of an outraged woman...
    I see squad cars all lined in a row...
    The sway of the trees...violence in the wind...
    The silence never to be heard again...
    My mind races with questions...what if this...what if that...
    When I look out my back door.

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