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Dec 2015
Red nose running

Sore at the year before

Stomach wableing

Bowl full of jelly style

White Christmas all around us

Just not a flake In town

I blame the corruption
Gangs without respect for the hood, cops little better than privateers, politicians acting like consiliary, consiliary acting like conquerors and our rulers claim anti colonialism so that they can obtain a more thorough controlling interest of the freshly levelled lands we wash with blood so regularly, be thankful its not coal hailing down, lit or otherwise.
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
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