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I Hurt With The Insatiate Longing, Until I Feel That There Will Never Be Any Relief Until I Take A Long, Deep, Wild Draught On Your Lips.

Let The Black Man Vote When He Is Fit To Vote; Prohibit The White Man Voting When He Is Unfit To Vote.

My Once-keen Analytical Mind Has Become So Dulled By Endless Hours Of Baking In The Hot Sun, Thrashing About In Tight Chimneys, Pulling At Impossibly Heavy Loads, Freezing My Ass Off.... So That Now My Mental State Is Comparable To That Of A Peruvian Indian, Well Stoked On Coca Leaves.

There Is Something Inherently Wrong, Something Out Of Accord With The Ideals Of Representative Democracy, When One Portion Of Our Citizenship Turns Its Activities To Private Gain Amid Defensive War While Another Is Fighting, Sacrificing, Or Dying For National Preservation.

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