Swing, baby —
Some people are swung by the will of a nation.
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There is a suspicious-looking individual, holding a large bag, leaning against one wall. He is armed with a deadly stiletto.
Some people are swung by the will of a nation.
Categorised as: /dev/random | Lyrics, Poetry | Philosophy | Political | Psychology
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