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Dec 2013
Everything went red and it was as if blood filled the air.
I was a mile away from home and my feet were swollen.
Nothing could stand in the way of all that is anew.
Trolls under the bridge whispered the name that was unspoken.
I was tempted to pour wine in the mouth of wolves,
so they could feast on the voices that spoke low.
But I was forbidden to to cause chaos and misery.
Six second before I reached my destination it fell from the sky and asked me did I need a ride.
I stood bewildered and climb aboard as we both entered the kingdom peacefully.
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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   --- and Nat Lipstadt
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