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Jul 2019
Complaints, we have this?
If you looking for a perfect America?
You not going to find it.

It's like looking for a perfect church?
You not going to locate it.

Complaints, we all hear this?
In the church, at work.
At home.

Something wrong to someone about America.
Might be racism.
And most likely politics.

Complaints, none of us hadn't faced it.
Ask a parent?
You like him/her more.
You this or you that.
And the complaints continue on.

A complaint is a constant thing.
Some of us need someone or something to blame.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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