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Aug 2014
We're talking to our fearless leader
in the middle of the mahogany table,
a tiny black box spewing static,
this conference call.
And it's not as if he can do
anything about
the funny faces
we're all making.
For after all,
he's not a genie.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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   ---, ryann, ---, NuurSeraph and Pamela Rae
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