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Aug 2014
We shall meet up at the gathering place
each meeting gathering pace,
looking for
anticipating
the moment of
emancipation.
Sing with me of liberty of
freedom from the yoke,
choke the chains of slavery,
poke out the eyes of industry,
in the gathering place we'll all be free
or we
will all be dead.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  69/Here and now
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