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Apr 2020
...A city here
That now bears ruins.
...A renowned ship
That has fallen asunder.
...Creatures so ginormous
And dominant
Not even today's technology
Could de-populate such wonders.
...A slave plantation
Along this grass,
Romping the dirt,
Doing much of the work for historically
Acclaimed inventor names of the time.
Where blood spurt and rationality
Could not be found across persons
Because of the rods and cones
That see different hues
Instead of similar traits.
...A person who walked here
That made a beneficial change,
Forwarding freedom, living and brotherhood.
Now where I sit and write
Will soon be a place
Where there was once
A home.
At one time history seemed to me to just be scribbles of notes and boring homework books.  With the capability of watching films of history put together and recognizing that there were peoples (especially indigenous) who lived where I am now is phenomenal
Brian McDonagh
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Brian McDonagh  27/M/West Virginia
(27/M/West Virginia)   
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