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Jan 2021
As a support of one such political property
Of a soul who seems to be so happily
Bartered off and begged and sold
On the corner of progress
Like prime the rib real estate
(Which ***** is)

I fear no more for my self or my morals
But for my mind I fear ardently
That this IT will unravel and unwind
If ever again I look at either side and see
Anything less that a creaply constructed property
(Sold off seemingly without want or kind)
Is there no one left to actually serve and do the will of the people? Absolute disgrace across the board.
Colm
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