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Jul 2015
Man has scrabbled in the dirt all his life
preparing a patch for growing
food for his belly
at the risk of losing everything
he sprays the world for profit
like a cat marking bounderies
He keeps the starving out his field of dirt
with scarecrows and blasts from his shotgun
riding the stock market he counts his money.
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nivek
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   SamanthaW and Eiliv Advena
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