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Poor Julian Assange

Ah, poor Julian, you weren't cut out to be A debonair bloke on a criminal spree Publish secrets of a million warriors In a country with a zillion lawyers And then try your hand as a flighty soul With a press conference at your hidey hole You see, Julian, if you run you should hide You can't relax with the law right outside Spend seven years in a stranger's own house When all the while you are trapped like a mouse So here we are in the cold morning mist You're about to face a country that's pissed 4-15-19 Contest:Julian Assange Sponsor:Kai Michael Neumann

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Date: 4/14/2019 9:15:00 PM
Great emotion and rhythm coming through in your poem.
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Larry Bradfield
Date: 4/14/2019 9:17:00 PM
Thanks, Line! I feel pretty strongly about everyone making up their own laws these days!

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