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Sep 2011
It is time to let it go.
It is time to watch it fly away.
So see it down the drain, distant and far.
Your hate,
Your rage,
Your intolerance,
Your racism.
Let it die,
Watch it whither and become dust.
Your depression,
Your mistrust,
Your curse,
Your sorrow.
I am beginning with me.  What about you?
Thomas R Parsons
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Thomas R Parsons  Chicago
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