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Foul Play

We are struggling to just Stay above the water. It feels like we are Being led to the slaughter. Every day we fight our Inner demons. Going with the flow and Changing with the seasons. From the beginning, Women have been abused. Beat-up, broken bones, Battered, and bruised. A fundamental right has been Stripped away. The republicans, a sleight Hand of foul play. There is no room For religious fanatics. It does not matter if you are, White, black, Asian, or, Hispanic. 120 years ago, women Had no right to vote. You dictate our bodies, The same as cutting our throat. Maybe you should walk away, Leave this alone. Caution, pretty women can Become the old crone. Brings to mind; Be careful what you ask for. We are more than Prepared for the war. Maybe it's more like, Pandora's box. Remember, we're from the School of hard knocks. Turbo1904 ?

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