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Bring your bare basket to the door
and fill it well for there is more. Do not feel you have to wallow in self-pity or to swallow that bitter pill of retribution. Let love be a substitution for what greedy men may devise to bring about your demise. As long as free men have a prayer, there will be those who truly care. To this dry earth, some rain will fall to quench the thirst of us all and in the middle of the shower let each man feel freedom’s power of being able to make a choice and having nothing stop his voice. So basket barer, step on through and find the life awaiting you. With your own hands you hold the key, to a world where men are free.
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