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Feb 7
Great thinkers of the nation
Have crushed the foolish claim
That Jews bring degradation—
The vile ones have no name.

A "****" is not by birthright,
Nor by one’s native tongue—
A brute can rise in any land,
Among the low and young.

Their task is pure corruption,
Their creed is spreading lies.
And as they breed destruction,
Their numbers only rise.

Yet Thought alone can measure
The depths where evil lies.
The Thinkers rise in numerator,
The ***** below—despised.
Igor Vykhovanets
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Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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