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Seeping up out of the ground, Into my dirty pipe… Seeping, seeping, not lost, nor found. The Earth, as plucked, is ripe. For oil is my blackness-lust, And verily; my tune... For I will rend this world to dust, To keep my Silver-Spoon.

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david-john-mowers

43 / M

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Written by

david-john-mowers

43 / M

Published

Jun 6, 2016

Time

1m

Notes: Rhyme
Tags: #rhyme #environment #political #economics #energy #oil #politics #americanforeighnpolicy #corruption

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