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Nov 2020
And in the deserts of tidy Freedom-villes
the sandstorm swirled viperously
caking and choking orderly
the regimented souls
fine dry dusts in eyes
minds dusty to crisps
so in regimented attires
and regimented thoughts
they all move in regimented ways
through the trapdoors labelled exits
thatΒ againΒ led to the sandstorm swirling viperously
now some languish in fear as they had marched regimentally
toward exits and burnt bridges in regimental style for the freedom
to be like all the other regimented people and do regimented things
Yenson
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Yenson  M/London
(M/London)   
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   Ken Pepiton
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