Uche paid a month's wage for a gallon of kerosened-fuel! then harried his bus to the garage where he quadrupled the regular fare. Musa shouted, "driver, this is not fair,"...
The fever of Salem Rushing through the Phloem May never still them Wherever it sights them So we begged them To sing us the anthem That we may free them
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