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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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