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Sanders campaign releases

Some naked and savage, some like huge collections of insects
All distances of time, all inanimate forms
Nor alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars
Does not repel them or the past or what they have …

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McCarthy’s ascent

Meat of the body
Comradenot a tear, not a word
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
Regardless of estimation
Through teeming cities streets, indoors or out, factories or farms
Husky gangs pass on …

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