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Oct 2016
he sits angry
peering at faces
safe behind glass ~


language of confusion spews
double talk cross examined
fact checked by Christians ~


a nation on the verge
looks east and holds collective breathe
troll goddess versus the masked machismo ~


clinched fists slam faux velvet
then reach for scotch, neat…
alcohol blurs party lines /
Sam Temple
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Sam Temple  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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     Emily B, W L Winter and Sjr1000
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