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Like the Empire of Rome the dogwood that thought it was an oak has fallen. It lays sideways to reality, its cold roots cling on for grim death, the vainest hope of survival is indeed vain. Its assassins laugh as the death knell rings. Like the Empire of Rome the dogwood that thought it was an oak has fallen. Pagan Paul (07/07/22)
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Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 9:47 AM UTC
Fall
Like the Empire of Rome the dogwood that thought it was an oak has fallen. It lays sideways to reality, its cold roots cling on for grim death, the vainest hope of survival is indeed vain. Its assassins laugh as the death knell rings. Like the Empire of Rome the dogwood that thought it was an oak has fallen. Pagan Paul (07/07/22)
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Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 9:47 AM UTC
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