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Jun 2018
America, the melting ***.
More like a cauldron of bitter slop.
Beyond the point of boiling over.
Take u.s. off the burner.
Lest we fully carbonize.
Turn down the heat.
Believe me.
I’ve seen this before.
My name is Jesus,
I wash the dishes around here.
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James R Clobum  27
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