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Do not pick sides. It is not a time to divide. We need a smooth transition From constant competition. When destruction is at our door We look eagerly to each other. Yet we all want the biggest piece of pie. It changes the look in our eyes. No one is in the foul box. We don't need another power play. But the ice is melting, and no one is that good of a swimmer.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
The Hot War
Do not pick sides. It is not a time to divide. We need a smooth transition From constant competition. When destruction is at our door We look eagerly to each other. Yet we all want the biggest piece of pie. It changes the look in our eyes. No one is in the foul box. We don't need another power play. But the ice is melting, and no one is that good of a swimmer.
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 12:17 AM UTC
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