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البحث
نتائج (1)
Every Five Years
(الشعر)
2-08-2006
by Nikita Case
The people
Are afraid, they’re cautious
Out in the streets it’s restless.
Teargas and police
Road blocks and rioters
Breaking, robbing, burning buildings.
“Is this a war mommy, mommy?”
I ask.
“what’s going on?”
“Why...
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