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1.18.2005

Poetry 365: Forty-Three

Building a battleship out of beach sand,
we are slowly sinking into the salty seas
of American arrogance: an attitude
the power is for the President, not the people.
Posted by Nervda at 1/18/2005 10:41:00 AM
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