Thursday, February 3, 2011

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In the heat of the early morning, on the hill they called the skull.
The roaring of the angry mob, had settled to a lull.
All eyes were cast upon the man, whose hands and feet were bound.
They saw him cry in anguish when they heard the hammer pound.
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Anna Petrashishina
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