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Jul 2016
Champagne corks popped and glasses were filled, the FBI had lost it's will! A deal was made for 30 pieces of silver, no one would be going up the river. From several venues they drank to the foam. There is no justice, we can now move on. No more does it matter that brave heroes died. No more does it matter that someone lied. To cover up their misdeeds, that was the plan. The day has come-it is here at last. The wicked have inherited the earth, a person's word no long has any worth. So spin what ever tale you like. Its all right now on the day that the truth died.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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