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At our desire...?Of guns of tanks of planes and ships for war we are so well equipped with bullets with shells with bombs of fire destroy us all… at our desire. One madman one button we all go dead then who will put our sons to bed? one life one dream… we stop all wars of wealth of gain of holy cause then live as one upon this earth enjoy this life… for all lifes worth. Vote for this poem
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