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Dec 2016
An errant search hath brought me here,
To the rabble rousers feigning an ear,
Complain, complain, yell, scream and jeer,
Seems to me it's not your year?

Label, bait, point your fingers and blame,
Knowing your side has lost the game.
No, America just won't be the same,
Asylum no longer, -run by the insane.
Holy...
David John Mowers
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David John Mowers  43/M/Raleigh
(43/M/Raleigh)   
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