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Sep 2018
Let not your racism get you killed.
Let not the words you speak be your last.
Many of you were racist before the reddish president.

He just made you brave to be.
But your life could end up on the things you say.

Let not your racism place you in the ground.
We All know of a few elemental clowns running around.

Say thing inappropriately.
Then left to face their own consequences.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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