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Apr 2013
He held up his umbrella 'gainst the hurricane
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Trapped in proscribed solutions
Unable to react intelligently
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Revolution?
(Shall we?)
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No no !
Walk on
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Stand naked on the rain?
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Well yes
That's a start
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All the umbrellas be blown away!
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No protection!
.
Now
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What possibilities are here?
..
Isn't there one thing left to do?
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jeffrey robin
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