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6d
There, drops
    of counting
           beans
Spirits in my heated
         water
You can't drink
Improve, I meant
     to accomplish
a missions worth
     of corruption
         End Asylum

Civil Rights

Watched where
    You were at

New York Paint,
Paint my pain as prison
In time I learn to investigate
The wars of civility

For 160 years
My family has attended to the record
From Ireland to New York City
Virginia and Texas
California State
The General of the Irish sees all
Empty in my eyes
Civil War will not come
They wage against the poor Sir.
Written by
kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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