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Post by thefleetsin on Aug 28, 2018 16:53:25 GMT
the day the mafia died
no one bothered to lift up the pie and examine the seedy encrusted lies that had been there since politics became this golden prize reserved for gangsters and their inoculated spies.
sjw 08/28/18 inspired at this very moment in time by that cabinet looks an awful lot like the rejects from a godfather casting call.
from the 'blitzkrieg series' of poems
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