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Untitled (by White Joe)
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The rain falls to soothe the ground
that has been scorched by the atomic
laughter that comes from misspoken
people who have a disease of blindness
to the world that throws dead babies
into garbage cans made for the waste
of the kind of greed that drives the
Wall Street Scum to a goal that doesn't
benefit the majority of the people who
don't hold anything sacred or holy enough
not to vandalize and steal the honor of
self respect that all of the beautiful
people have.
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