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Dead Anglo-Saxon Women in the Ground

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LancelotPrice

Published: Apr 16, 2014

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Dead Anglo-Saxon Women in the Ground
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Let there be light
[instead of greed]
Let there be trees
[instead of steel]
Let all the children live
[well]

Lancelot Price 2014 April 16

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marcelflisiuk

Apr 18, 2014

Good words said simply for this world. Nod

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