Twenty Years - For What

  
   Twenty years.  Twenty years!  For What?!
      You crossed Russia’s border undocumented, comrade

    Huh? And do you call that a crime?!
       Bourgeoisie fool, you’re lucky you’re not dead
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Maverick Avatar
January 4, 2026 at 12:58 PM
We were all dead who were not in Christ...I know its maybe not a (happy happy note.. It can be though G W it..well..? Can be.' Its like?? Like rain you See.' I know you do..see i mean, you are Wearing glasses do it follows.' All the same have ever you stood where its raining Two feet from you but you are dry.' Two Realitys one world.)
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January 4, 2026 at 6:41 AM
appreciated that last line :-)
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