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Thursday, May 15, 2008

Rauf

He surrendered to the greatest weapon available
to the rich and powerful men he once struggled to defeat,
Bowing to the very wealth and power
that made those men
with wealth and power
men to defeat,

fat, happy and in charge.
Posted by Michael Bellmore at 11:59 AM

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