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Jan 2011
I have walked where
five thousand men died
on a single street before dusk,
all in the cause and behest of leaders
they were too low to ever meet.
And those leading men dined well that night
with fine wine & port and femme escorts
planning the next day's self retreats.
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Perig3e
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Perig3e  Appalachian mountains
(Appalachian mountains)   
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