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The olives are bitter this year, the corn doesn't taste ; as good as it looks. They are collecting feathers, for the bird is soon to be extinct. There are no promises here, no wishy washy ,,,Ness No no not here not now, not again. Such a cage, safety for freedom? I didn't use "or" because, little bits of each keep getting taken. One hand grabs, the other feeds the gluttony We, we, under one government, and one God on our currency. Give me Liberty Or give me Something else, something I can see, no credit here, and about, little Faith there be.
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
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The olives are bitter this year, the corn doesn't taste ; as good as it looks. They are collecting feathers, for the bird is soon to be extinct. There are no promises here, no wishy washy ,,,Ness No no not here not now, not again. Such a cage, safety for freedom? I didn't use "or" because, little bits of each keep getting taken. One hand grabs, the other feeds the gluttony We, we, under one government, and one God on our currency. Give me Liberty Or give me Something else, something I can see, no credit here, and about, little Faith there be.
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May 21
May 21, 2026 at 9:28 PM UTC
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