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Fists Clenched in Slogans

His plaintive cry pierced the air pleading to travel somewhere Sympathizers marched in a faraway square their fists clenched in slogans As he bled to death slowly ~ in the presence of no one

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Date: 7/24/2024 9:34:00 PM
I feel sad for him. There is a puzzle here.
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Gershon Wolf
Date: 7/25/2024 6:20:00 PM
Since I'm no good at solving puzzles, I was hoping you might help me, Hilda.

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