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Sep 2014
We are a nation of immigrant mutts
mutated by instant entertainment,  
the faceless muddled by Facebook,
***** tricked down by twitter,
**** MySpace what we need is
our space.

A place better left for tomorrow, if the sun itself doesn't fall in our laps, just to show us what it means to burn.
James Travers Blanchard
Written by
James Travers Blanchard  Lafayette, Louisiana
(Lafayette, Louisiana)   
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