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Thu, 24.09.2009

THURMAN THOMAS by Reuben Jackson.

Barely through the second quarter-and he has already rushed through swatches of curses, blood and astro turf fourteen times-a ballet of chalkboard moves which sometimes fail.

After the bodies rise, he takes brief glimpses at the sky, and flags which seem to point in the direction of a quiet beach….

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Whose children are these? Who do these children belong to? With no power to look over, He look at them sleeping, Exhaustion overwhelming hunger, barely Protect with burlap from the cold Cabin.... WHOSE CHILDREN ARE THESE? by Gearld Barrax.
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