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The sun doesn't shine the same, See an end to the monopoly on the game. Once rabid wolves now shriek like a fleet street fox. do you see with thine eye, tv is just a brainless box. The guardian no longer guards info, wars for your thoughts wage on sheets- some red-topped, some broad. Now is the time for the independent minds to channel - for what's right for what's left, see what conclusions we can draw. To nurture potential, see what we can be. Be. See Arty types coexist with the old guard and let speech truly be free. Hold yourself accountable to what you see in the mirror, daily. Male Or female, you needn't subscribe to see the truth written plainly. While everybody wails online, the telegraph arrived: They all have their own agenda, it's up to you to find.

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