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May 2017
The animal
Which inside sleeps
But calls, beckons.
A forth right to fire
Burning in the blindest rage
And calling it man.
The Dedpoet
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The Dedpoet  38/M/San Anto, Tejas
(38/M/San Anto, Tejas)   
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