| Apple Pie By James Bredin Everyone knew his street name was Apple Pie, And three of the witnesses refused to testify, That he had shot three of their friends at the dance, And now they wanted to talk to him at the first chance. These groups and others were known to the police, But now with no evidence, they had to release, Apple Pie, they feared but just couldn’t convict, Justice of the streets would be easier to predict. Apple Pie was in two minds about being released, His chances of a long life had surely decreased, Though his lawyers elated, praised the prosecution, Though they knew Apple Pie was now nearer execution. Apple Pie too knew who wanted to shoot him dead, Just because he shot three of their friends they said, They wanted to kill him and more to even the score, No hard feelings about the mess, the guts and the gore. Apple Pie couldn’t ask the police for protection, They’d want to know about his gang and recollection, And get him to admit about that mass murder, It looked like he’d head for the US or maybe further. And what about his girlfriends -- birds of a feather? And the five kids who would never know a father? Of course he and none of his friends had one either, He’d move to New York, lay low and take a breather. Sunday, February 16, 2003 |
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| This is the relationship between Canadian voters and Ottawa politicians. Canadians loose while their politicians constantly travel the world. These politicians are constantly looking for a poor country where they can pour Canadian tax dollars and thereby claim bragging rights at the UN. |
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| The following links are possible but only under the following conditions: 1. You are over 30 years old. 2. You have never been to Ottawa. 3. You have no wish to go to Ottawa. 4. If Ottawa disappeared, you wouldn’t mind. 5. You could fix Canada better than any of those stupid politicians. |