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Jan 2017
People lie dying in the street and we look the other way. The innocent are murdered in their mothers womb and we have noting to say. Children and women are abused and we turn a deaf ear. When we come to our end, what will we say? When we are called into question, will their blood be upon our hands?
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
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