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Friday October

October Friday This morning was green and a mild wind from Morocco blew I was in Casablanca once bought a pair of slippers it is what one does when going to the market there. The weather- man on TV said Africa, but Africa is a continent and many other things. A man in the next village had killed his wife it is for women getting married a perilous activity the lottery of life is littered unlucky females. The sun shines over Mosul too and Iraqi officers are paraded on TV, they are having a break now before the big offensive, sounds like propaganda, we see tanks fire at something over the horizon but where is the enemy? 400 hundred IS fighters killed by bombing not a word about civilian casualties we reserve that for Aleppo where, they are actually counted and given a name DEAD! My neighbour has a nagging wife she needs sex or Be made a fuzz of lack of it makes her scream a lot and when she does he saddle up his mule and goes for a ride into the woods of happy memories.

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