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Gord

2017-02-17 12:00 am
Cubs pride design to hunt,
In parable, from a bird's eye,
They sit upon rooftops,
Chilling out in caste.
Smoking weed and desiring,
Maybe the future holds tomorrow,
Tomorrow bring the last.

Huns perspiring at American funds,
Infinite systems of foreign gods.
The Americans scoff,
Savage preparing for battles cost,
Yet they lost. Gold and all.
Wasted bombs landed on land,
Nobody was ever on.
Intelligence of bitten tongues;

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