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A Gun Control Poem A match, a knife, a stone, a stick; A car, a rope, a spike, a brick, With these, crimes happen every day; But only guns we take away. Stalin, Hitler, Pol Pot, Mao; All confiscated guns somehow. Thus suppressed, their people fled Or joined 100 million dead.
