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Sep 2017
There were
children, sweethearts
shared Moscows, Odessas;
I told myself Ready, aim but
not fire.
The death of Stanislav Petrov, who has a pretty fair claim to saving the whole **** world, was announced recently.  He deserves far better than this.
Written by
Wk kortas  Pennsylvania
(Pennsylvania)   
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