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Sep 2010
the burnt symbols

the burnt flesh of anger

the country............sold

all that is left is the incoherent babbling

of over-age boys

playing cops and robbers

on the tenemented hearts and minds

of tea bagged-out frightened

once-angels

that only tee vee commentators

can hold in place
Written by
jeffrey robin
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