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Two - O - One - Six

I heard, foremost; that you were grave, then heard that you were excellent. For by some ‘men’ you turned a slave, who served them everywhere they went. That you were grave: without remorse. The foremost griots said loud and trite. That you were grave and placed a curse, on every man that tilled and tried - to make some bread to soothe his cause, aft when again, our leaders lied. That you were grave, ‘two’ ‘oh’ ‘one’ ‘six’ devoid (to them) of all things; sweet For by some ‘men’ you turned a Lord who struck their backs with whip and rod.

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Date: 1/5/2017 4:01:00 PM
Sorry I meant "Shattering Rose Glasses"
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Dominic Amezimi
Date: 1/5/2017 4:50:00 PM
Yeah, great piece, I cant forget that one. It's in my favourites. Thanks Richard.
Date: 1/5/2017 3:59:00 PM
You might like a piece I named Rose coloured glasses. It is sad what humans are capable of.
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Book: Shattered Sighs