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Sunday, October 12, 2008
The Unredeemed
And yea, it shall come to pass,
And ye shall see them bereft
Wavering
Over the abyss of legal tender,
And the unredeemable
Waiting minions
Waving millions
Left in the wake
Of their waiting,
Empty hands.
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