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We still pretend we have it well arranged with parliaments, judges and a constitution of our ideals but the farmers have stayed and we are their servants who grow capital, harvest and squeeze it to many zeros in the backyard of the slaughter We want full barns for the winter, but we have to pay dearly for it to the farmers who write the plans with rings of self-confidence on their clean hands in the high state-rooms of the front building on the avenue
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Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
Full barns
We still pretend we have it well arranged with parliaments, judges and a constitution of our ideals but the farmers have stayed and we are their servants who grow capital, harvest and squeeze it to many zeros in the backyard of the slaughter We want full barns for the winter, but we have to pay dearly for it to the farmers who write the plans with rings of self-confidence on their clean hands in the high state-rooms of the front building on the avenue
Collection “Mosaic virus”
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Sep 22, 2020
Sep 22, 2020 at 3:44 AM UTC
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