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Oct 2017
The point of a puzzle
Is to find the right piece

The joint needs a muscle
To bend at the knees

Cards must be shuffled
Don't fold or they crease

Gambled paper doubles
Lose it to false beliefs

Failed to make us humble
The game's fixed by elites.

One reason to trouble, now
We lost our inner peace.
LeV3e
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LeV3e  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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