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The tongues of the poor are silent their bellies do most of the talking the backs of the downtrodden break a thousand times each day they snap bullets fly in every direction, even upwards celebrating some kind of victory the whole wide world watches a TV screen as they get thinner, wider, more HD we can now see spots and dimples more clearly on all the faces of killing projectiles and casualties.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
spots and dimples
The tongues of the poor are silent their bellies do most of the talking the backs of the downtrodden break a thousand times each day they snap bullets fly in every direction, even upwards celebrating some kind of victory the whole wide world watches a TV screen as they get thinner, wider, more HD we can now see spots and dimples more clearly on all the faces of killing projectiles and casualties.
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:07 PM UTC
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