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Mar 2013
The shepherds are killing the sheep, right down the street in barrages of automatic weaponry with no screams, just armor and clenched teeth, in the land of the free, home of the brave, decaying dreams, and police raids.
Michael W Noland
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Michael W Noland  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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