How Poem by alaa hussain

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If goods went bads driven
hear your words impressed to see
your actions I feel I am not butcher
know I bad or river died with
cowards exiles Army Forever O Mother
of tales comes to crow's nest birds stupid stupidity and fear are two kinds
inseparable in herit each other to be life misery permanently and in
every morning delete a note book full
and on the last page, and margins end
studied just words remaining on
the heels of cigarettes and smoke
stubbornness sedition all not to religion and Testament secretary
terrorism and play ground share
bread with poor and slowly into the
sky fly bread and terrorism and poor

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