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Vision

It is the end of day And the ending of days The cheese runs away And the atheist prays Just over broke The leash takes the strain It is mist not smoke Free speech used in vain. And here broken beasts To dejected pastures go And where the jackal feasts In vain the white of snow.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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