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Feb 2011
there i was
on the
witness stand
my knees buckled
my throat
was dry
as i soften
my tongue
listening and
showing
sweet mercy
towards the
young *****
slave
who was
brutally
whip beaten
thus accused of
murdering
a prejudice and
abusive
white plantation
owner
all for the
love of
money
Written by
Stu Harley
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