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May 2014
It was a place
without freedom,
that place down the hall,
a land of the almighty & rich,
befallen petroleum *******
******* their ***** dry
& the wind cries
for justice,
not lies.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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