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It's hard to see Why one would be A soldier In the Infantry.   Well, I was there, Marched on that square; And I don't care That people stare.   They have the right But, in that light, Should not incite That for which they will not fight.
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 5:47 PM UTC
A Point of View
They fell asleep to the sound of rattling chains And dream to sell its lullaby
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Jul 7, 2022
Jul 7, 2022 at 8:27 AM UTC
Lullaby
Untie these hands Or I'll chew through these ropes Derail your trains Stick a stick in your spokes You've ran your course Evil Hand of War You've made our world Your killing floor I'll tear you down I'll spit you out I am the Traveler Have no doubt The muse of peace Is on the prowl Changing winds Moan and howl **** the beast **** the beast **** the gosh **** CORPORATE BEAST! .....................
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 7:58 AM UTC
**** THE BEAST!
I am water and wry here that watch this motte with Lucretia's but her riverbed yet a glorious day foretold if her buck didn't sight this and her knot was spangled in her earring.
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Jan 11, 2018
Jan 11, 2018 at 6:13 PM UTC
Stafford Knot
In Ohio Valley if Tecumseh once treated dear certainty with their disgust and two by lust but when leaders they ready kissed her said why Britton went there for one in Battle Ground too
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 11:40 AM UTC
Ohio Valley
I wonder if I'm losing my mind I feel that my thoughts are in bind The legacy and intricacy so delicately woven But I know underneath were all lies if proven Falsehood mixed with sense of modesty Blah, I don't want or need such courtesy Show me the truth, and only the truth that lies within With no horrid intention, my patience is wearing thin And even then they are such a temporary relief Because I constantly argue to expose the false belief But masses rises in torrents to give lies a form in reality Something that should not even be compare to truth in duality And forevermore the generation continues to wrongly foster Planted racism and prejudices which are the imposter And our moral codes and principles are all but forgotten As fear brew from lies that should have been left out rotten My placid eyes somehow remains desert dry Lost all ability to even try to cry I am a witness, a citizen and a bystander Feeling powerless and no one to slander It has simply become so difficult to tell What is real and what is not real in tale
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 9:32 PM UTC
Real
An orange sought crunch as nightfall waned in northern tier and would annex more than south as it lied encumbered with KE when Robert E, Lee incandescently drew lion's share of resistance in Yorktown.
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Aug 24, 2017
Aug 24, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
American Patiriot
A temporal Flanders would fight woe and unto day then coup would blow while doused in pain had changed their view with this firebrand a connoisseur supposed that Rembrandt namely would forego symbolism today.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 4:36 AM UTC
A Rembrandt
In Montenegro today grow Swiss in diplomacy as a filibuster in adria nigh in Azerbaijan why join forces with The Antilles with Turks and Caicos shan't delight in Zurich yet once again there's Aleppo.
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Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 3:43 PM UTC
XIX (A Chill Tea Party)
A restitution in statutory there a transitory program swift to encircle firm when ridicule compel a moratorium where Russia still a democratic likelihood in arms race soon retire for Holy Land again.
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Feb 20, 2017
Feb 20, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Rectitude
Righteous squib direly free with kindly merchant must hither upon his brow the brand that may fulfill any desire though with butter in toe made greed wither which to inherit safely here his treasure.
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Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 8:09 AM UTC
Popeye
A terrible slap fence him round Poughkeepsie those tips umbrella a man and that egress as her wiles portray any scoundrel there though break dance may pray for both their future that make an acquisition privately monitoring but colorful proposition of any expectations in this hazelnut fortune of yesterday in Vassar.
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Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Yesterday In Tonight
Her geometry does court her doctor ***** those exactly with feeling then her lore was to true that made it an underwrite that her partisan inured by which those suits desire herd in droves.
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 1:02 AM UTC
Partisanship Man
I hear her throttle roar there is a speed demon that devoted her car but flex her punch in the midnight air round the town on her boulevard tonight her Firebird streamed her heat like a cigar and headers in a chassis smelting lore
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Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
Speed Demon
I heard a spool of yarn only yesterday yearn whence from atop a hill subsistent with lore her newspaper turned blogger here why her demon cut loose when she haled tomfoolery her ally cat from outback went to purr upon her shoulder as it ran; out from under her carpet that flesh lingered trough the night but in her bed side table drew a pen then paper from her shelf below for we slept together with her stiletto yet lingerie forevermore.
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 8:23 AM UTC
Tomfoolery
*How could we expect Righteousness to prevail When there are none willing to make sacrifices Such a gorgeous sunny day and i have to go Yet what does my death matter If it will incite the masses to rise to action*
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 11:34 PM UTC
Revolution
she's a mess. a repugnant creature who doesn't know how to live a life, merely surviving. nods to everything she's told to do, a wretched sheep following herds of lost souls. how does one never thinks for herself? he's a mess. a human with no humanity, lost his every sense to feel. delusional wight blinded by power and wealth, his money-driven grandiose reveries full of portentous capitalism. big-mouthed, greedy mortal who **** after status quo, speaks in vanity but no truth ever comes out.
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Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Herds, Herdsman
stop killing stop hating stop terror I'm scared
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Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
JE SUIS CHARLIE
The Windows are eyes wings like an eagle with open arms. welcoming us with a little charm. A gesture to ease the hardships this recession have cast upon us,   prolongation creeps into another year peace talks or summit talks our lifestyles fades like tears. Does anybody out there really care? Debt collectors calling all hours of the morning, Paychecks shrinks, Our state of mind is on the brink Are we going under? Like a loud clap of thunder. Does anybody out there really care? The front door smiles and the wings are like open arms is this our only charms? recession leads to depression, Is ruining our lives.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
Rooting For All of Us