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Lady Love
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By Brendan Lee
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Deep brown eyes draw me in,
Beautiful smile, dark hair, bird of a feather.
Voice from afar, haunting, chilling, ancient,
Cries for change and remembrance.
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I call her name....
She responds again!
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Across the ocean, her waves crash,
Cleansing land’s end.
With deep respect, the fishermen
Watches her shapely moves.
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Light flashes from ashore,
Guiding your boat, land’s end.
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The Merchant of Death
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By Dan Shea
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Bullets, bombs, and grenades made in the USA
are the products we are best known for
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The tears of fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters
are the by-products of these sales
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Pain and death,- the benefit of the buyer
and profit the gain for the merchant
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What profit is our name but shame
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By Lindsay Starbuck
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