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May 2017
The Colonel

It was early morning and cold
He looked towards the long landscape of sand
the rebels had won with the help of al-Qaida,
and NATO bombs.
Someone somewhere had condemned him to death.
As he prepared to leave the sun arose as did
French helicopters shooting the shreds his caravan
and he was left at the mercy of the terrorists
jan oskar hansensapopt
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