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Realest Dudes

We are new,
our bonds grew.
Our tongues drew
each other’s blood to chew.
We are few,
our minds knew.
We stayed together in the dew,
and when the wind blew.
We are Greeks and Jews,
our grief and hate flew.
Our mix is a tasty, spicy stew,
wanted by the cats that meow
and the hungry souls’ view.
We are realest crew.

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