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Dallas, November 1963

by @Tyler_Matthew

Dallas, November 1963 Fifty-seven years since they shot Kennedy Everyone saw then live on T.V. what happens when you challenge secret society Some say the mob or the CIA Either black or white, but the truth is gray and long since buried 'neath Texas clay right next to good ol' LBJ I ask not what my country can do for me Blood on her hands, Lady Liberty Let sleeping dogs lie, leave history be The truth died in Dallas, 1963
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Tyler_Matthew
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Written by
Tyler_Matthew
27 / M / U.S.
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Jan 19, 2021
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