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Dec 2020
Do the aliens read the twinkling ,
sunny sea
Do the stingrays fly out of the ocean -
blue just for me
Was the syrup on my flapjacks harvested-
without objection
Can the poor of my country find sustenance -
without protection
The phases of the moon shall never cease
The pain of hunger will soon increase
Malnourished toddlers become disillusioned
adults ...
Organized religions are in fact killer cults ...
Copyright December 29 , 2020 by Randolph L Wilson * All  Rights Reserved
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson
Written by
Randolph Llewellyn Wilson  Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.
(Chattahoochee Hills , Ga.)   
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