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Wednesday, July 13, 2016
Guarding the Gates of 'Murica's Hell
Keep a right dead level head,
Look alive and stay put
In your proper place, gentlemen—
Nothing but a lynch mob
All these years, you thought
You’d keep me broken, barking
Your heads off up the wrong tree.
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