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Border

Politics is a grand river
That separates our villages
Hey soldiers!
Put your guns down
Turn off your radios
There's no need for handcuffs, warnings or ambushes
We are not one of you
We only want to cross the river
Our ball has fallen on the other side.
....Democracy is a sad river

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Nathalie

This is a poem by Robert Burns that was sent to me by my friend Big Kev when he found out Mark had died An hoenst man here lies at rest,The friend of man, the friend of truthThe friend of age, and guide of youth:Few hearts like his, with virtue warmed,Few heads with knowledge so in formed;If there’s another world ,he lives in bliss;If there is none, he made the best of this

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