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  • Gary Hunter

I Have a Rap Sheet - Dec. 11, 2020

Was it such a crime to ask

Where is God?

early questions like that

got me in a mess back then

imprisoned for searching for truth

I would sleep-talk false presumptions

that continued to snitch on me

which made it impossible

to appeal the court’s decision

there seemed little chance of parole

until one of my inside lawyers

poked me in the ribs and

fiercely whispered

Open your eyes and look around

Just admit it! He’s everywhere


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