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Nov 2016
A sheppard hangs like a T
pierced in the sun  
ablating all condemnation
  as Pilot sits safely vvhile eating grapes
The people get vvhat they vvant
  not knovving vvhy they need it
&& a father vvelcomes home
    a son

Aren't people great,
vvhat is our $um?
The Ripper
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