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Sonnet 91 In The Age Of The Slow Departure
Sonnet 91 In The Age Of The Slow Departure
Some glory in their birth, some in their skill,
Some like to brag of money that they make
Some just want the power to force their will
Some never choose to give but only take.
And every politician takes a vow
To do the people’s true will without fail
Yet what are all these promises worth now
The desperate cry is screamed to no...
Saturday 27th April 2019 11:31 am
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