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Feb 2013
What is this nonsense you speak of...your kind
What changes when thoughts travel
What is empty yet full and bonded by chains
How can blood flow and one color produce hate
How will history tell stories and drown truth
How do people settle for less and sleep
Maybe it is voodoo, or being controlled runs deep
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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