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The Fate Of Man Is Man.

Would It Not Be Simpler If The Government Dissolved The People And Elected Another?

I Am A Playwright. I Show What I Have Seen. In The Man Markets I Have Seen How Men Are Traded. That I Show, I, The Playwright.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

The Storm That Bends The Birch Trees Is Held To Be Violent But How About The Storm That Bends The Backs Of The Roadworkers?