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One Revolution Ahead

When the enemies attacked
I wuz right in the back
With a projection of myself
They thought they had me on the shelf!

Now that the war is over
I'll take that spirtual shower
To cleanse myself of the illness
That they gave to me while trapped in the stillness.




Poetry by Stephen Gentles
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Written on 2008-04-16 at 19:59

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