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The Revolution
In the month before
The run to the spring of
Two thousand and twelve
The revolution was well
Under way,
Most never noticed,
Most never knew,
That’s the way it is,
The way we are,
When something
Appears, disappears,
Some wonder what
In the hell happened,
Most
carry on not
Realizing,
Manipulated by the
Mainstream.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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