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3d
A heavy cloud.
Thundering aloud
And weapons stroud.
Because of satanic proud.

Children are crying out loud.
For their family no longer in croud.
And starvation spreads like a boud.
Every day, their bodies sleep on a shroud.
Safana
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     rick, romgur73 and Druzzayne Rika
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