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it isn't all black and white the choke-hold of history shades of red and brown paint the scenery, too the documented imagery forgotten in the fray a little big horn playing mournful songs as the cavalry marches on to the tune of galleons and guns no passport required when the port was young émigré and immigrant displacing native sons who also once were pilgrims breathing in the sun.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
breathing in America
it isn't all black and white the choke-hold of history shades of red and brown paint the scenery, too the documented imagery forgotten in the fray a little big horn playing mournful songs as the cavalry marches on to the tune of galleons and guns no passport required when the port was young émigré and immigrant displacing native sons who also once were pilgrims breathing in the sun.
12/4/14 7/6/18: and again, the choke-hold of history, of misery, Democracy smoldering under a bright orange sky lit by a Trumpster Dumpster trash fire.
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Dec 4, 2014
Dec 4, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
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