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Mar 2015
A commoners cries
To the winning king
After trading sides
Your praises theyll sing
The underdog
Gets the bone
Until the bone doesnt get you far
Great dictators have never stolen with force
They just know who their audience are
Written by
Miki  25/Genderqueer/USA
(25/Genderqueer/USA)   
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