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The River
upstream from white sand beaches are hamlets, paddies and canyons bombshells unexploded, cratered land, cratered faces mangled extremities...
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The sun may be clouded - yet ever the sun , Will sweep on it's course 'til the cycle is run. And when into chaos the system is hurle...
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We get caught up in monikers and labels...I'm much more conservative than most conservatives, much more libertarian than most libertari...
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I need a song. I need a song like a river, cool and dark and wet, like a battered old oak; gnarled bark, bitter acorns, a song like a dr...
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