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Jan 2
I don't know about you, but I'm tired of spinning.
Same stories been told for thousands of years, still, nobody's winning.
Pockets of pigs continue to grow while ones they call peasants, sit in the snow.
Kerosine's sparse, lights about to go out
as the wealthy eat steak, warm,
in their 12 bedroom house.
The people of NC are feezing
Renae
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Renae  F
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