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Oct 2014
"justice for most," screams the reformer
"justice for some," yells the status quo
"justice for all," wishes the repressed

black metal carts with beige metal drawers
stand at attention against the bleak wall,
holding the treasured secrets of a powerful giant

Neither justice nor secrets are well-protected
Thomas Harper
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Thomas Harper  Somewhere on the fringe
(Somewhere on the fringe)   
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