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Jul 2020
Let us scream, let us rage. Let us refuse to accept the status quo. Let us make our voices heard. Let's us lift up our voices, let's us rattle the machine. Tell them we have a choice. We will dig in the  dirt and bring the foundations down, until the fat cats topple to the ground. So let them wring there hands in worry, we are not going anywhere. We shall force a change, we shall make them hear!
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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