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Gathering the Bones You must believe me, I am in power. I know what is right for you. Your vote put me here, you can not possibly be wrong? You have too much pride for that. I have been here now, nearly forever. (years and years without limit) So what is the difference? Not to fear, they redrew the lines to make sure, only last year. It... will work exactly as it should. Near the cemetery, to allow for voter confidence and the column to other places... far from here that hate US(a) the most, a funnel to new spaces that "I" okay, to train... to take over... what they can not just raze. I am moral and ethical. I believe in "free" for all. Unlimited medical and dental, all you can eat education... until the teachers quit from lack of pay. Open places to live in all new buildings, to be happy and well cared for, by the middle, until it too is hollowed out gutted, for bait to chum for sharks. It is okay... pee anywhere you like. Someone will be along shortly, to wipe it up... or not. I stand for life, the pro-"life" of my bank account. the advance of my wages and pension, the money I will make on the name, and those of my family... to be rich. I will jump on jets and go where I like, and you will be left to walk... and talk about days gone. Vote on... like you mean it, as it will not matter. That too has been fixed ahead. So you, and you, and you... will behind. Thank you, I guess, you have a "use" after all. Open the gates and let the world... come inside. I don't have to live near them, you have provided for much better, to care for all my needs, and feeds. Let "them" kill the Citizens. Let "them" rule the land. It is okay, as "I" am in command. (The many faces of death, the visage of darkness grows... in plain sight.)

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Date: 1/22/2020 7:11:00 PM
I pledge allegiance to the flag, and to the hammer and sickle by which it relentlessly grinds its citizenry down into mice scurrying from here to there in search of what used to be... Love the poem, Ann! ~ Gershon
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Date: 1/22/2020 7:25:00 PM
Ty. I am angry about the gold pens... Used to be...is just gone... Ty .... Ann