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THE DREAM
THAT REMAINS
A DREAM
Preface to ALMA

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PREFACE TO ALMA:

AB540 DREAMER I REMEMBER WHAT YOU WROTE

--for Alma

Dreamer, I remember the Essay you


wrote in my Class at University
in which you spoke of La Llorona as
adapted by Gloria Anzaldua.
You said something I will never forget:
"This story shows us not to be Biased
toward others even if they are a Ghost."
I kept your words like precious reminders
of something not yet real. And, Dreamers,
when I asked you to write as if you were
only eight or ten years old, a prayer, wish
or desire your young hearts spoke. What
you hoped for more than anything was this:
"I wish my mom could have one day off of work."

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WE DREAM OF DREAMS THAT REMAIN DREAMS

The Quiet filled the room. Maribel, Nick,


Perry, Ernie, Francisco, Jessica,
Lizette--we stored up our Sadness, didn't
dare to move or see or be heard, broke
our silence, and became Reserved, we heard
something tell us what It alone could tell us--
how can we find hope in Situations
that seem to Underline our Plight, BOLDFACE
it, and Engrave it in the Soul which Soul
has no Power of Diminishing, Soul Soul
that Swells with more Imagination; What
Defeat? When there is no Winning, nothing
can be Lost and Dreams are all that can be Had.
We Dream of Dreams that remain Dreams: DreamLove

Senator-Dementors: Look at what Harry Potter


did when the "Senators" were in charge of
things.

Look at what Harry Potter did when the


"Senators" were in charge of things. They won't
conduct legitimate business, their Poor
governance led to Cover-ups. P.R.,
and False Confidence led to Unneeded
delays in combatting Voldemort,
and then they work on the side when they dress
in Dementor Robes and seek Souls to Suck.
Oooh they are Disquieting for they work
security but their Security
can't be trusted. Their bureaucracy
always helps the Darkside and fails good
when they could succeed. We all learn magic
by books. They major in Malevolence.

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Let's Stay Up Together and Wait on the
Senators, Mi Amor

Let's stay up together and wait on the senators, Amor


How can we sleep when we have no justice?
Se nos durmio el gallo? WTF? And how about those
damn D.F.equeros, did they ever Flash any Sign?
Who are they? Espanoles Criollos sin Alma?
Our Puerto Rican siblings cared more for our Causa.
They signaled in the way that they do, Dance
forms are the Movements of Freedom of Art.
L'ars pour l'ars as they said in French. We speak
it rather Easily. So let's come on
French philosophers help us. He did it
for you Touissant L'Overtoure...and see How
Haiti is paid today. America,
get over Racism today today!

a Mi Gente mi Corazoncito

a Mi Gente mi corazoncito,
Bella! Mente! Libre! con Dignidad!
here we are, my dude's playing a Dead Prez
song. My mom's voice is in me: "llora
acabo no lloras sangre." Como
que no Jefa? Yo si llore sangre del Alma
y nada mas soy media de Su Fuerza,
media gringa, lo se bien. Yo sufro sufriere
por los ideales de la Juventud, soy Madre
y muchos mis hijos fueron mis Estudiantes,
escritores, poetas, Chicano Studies!
Que Viva! Que vivemos todos! Eh,
para que? Si alcabo la vida no vale nada.
Why do they force us to work for free hate?

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JOHN McBRAIN AS HE RAN FROM DREAMERS

John McCain, as he ran from the Dreamers,


had in mind the Senatorial Sirloin
Steak he'd be eating at the next 5 Star
Restaurant. All the cooks and staff wherein
shuffled to the beat of Rich appetites.
Dessert will include the Sweet Dreams of Youth:
they taste so Elegant when down they slide
past Tongues into the Throats with Vermouth
delicacy, delicious final dish
and a sip of Homophobic Liqeur.
Do drink and don't tell. The working poor Wish
they Understood the language of Power.
Ooops! I better get going! The Hopefuls
are near and the Dreamers with their Tassels!

SAY YES SENATORS: Spelling it Out

Sometimes there is no other side, Senate,


And they say that you are GentlePersons
Yet we believe only with great Caution.

Yes we do. For we are humble, and that


Example is foremost in our thinking
So we ask ourselves, "do they have feelings?"

So we ask ourselves, "do they have feelings?"


Every dreamer knows Laws are a barrier
Not the other way around. These greater
Aspirations known as Dreams are constant
Truths that humanize us. Hey Lawmakers--
Our Dreams are at the mercy of your Yay--
Real leadership makes it clear! These Dreams,
Senate, we've come far and wide to Reclaim.

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SOMEWHERE OVER THE SENATE DREAMS COME
TRUE

Somewhere over the Rainbow, Dreams come True.


The color Spectrum Infra to Ultra
is Free to be True to its Hue and Arc,
its Beautification of Celestial
proportion Outshines the Politician's
exCuses, his Shadow Constituents,
her Parlor Game Antics. Worship me. Screw
you and Your Poverty. Twenty Thousand
dollars is what you Make? Unworthy Ones,
we need tax for our Deficit. Senate
Incarnate--that's Me. My own Private Set
is the evidence of my Superior
standing among us. We know how to have
fun with our Loopholes, Lobbyists, and Laws.

RACIAL COUNTERPOINT

Only race can explain the Senate's rock


and hard place. What other incredulous
theory can explain the force that shocks
the Mind and Heart of the Imaginable
Congress that they must out-convince themselves
that Dreams should not be set free? What other
Rationale but Color fits all the Rules
of procedure? There is just no Better
template than Indubitable Racism
to Deprive educated immigrants
with a Process of rightful Inclusion.
Only Dimensions of hate can Suffice
to stand as Counterpoint to Legalize
Worthy Youth known as Dreamers! as Dreamers!

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PORTRAIT OF A NIGHTMARE SENATOR

Cauldron of poetry, I need a break.


I've been working almost as hard the
Senators on working vacations, Where's
tonight's Party? I'm booked for Happy Hour.
Ah, the Americans can hardly Afford
their Lobbyists anymore. Besides, Free
trade must be Free and that's the Law, Clinton
said it was and Bush agreed and agreed
and agreed. The only thing he disagrees with
is Counting all ballots. Oh well! What would
True representatives do with these Ideal
Parking spaces and government License
plates? They wouldn't enjoy them. You'll see:
I'll call up my Guy to see what he thinks

COMPLAINT TO SHAKESPEARE

So long as men can dream and eyes can see


so long lives this and this gives life to Me!
Shakespeare, its Plagiarized from Thee,
we have Reasons for such a Treachery
to you, Feeble Poet, you are Dead yo,
but I still want to Salute you (line three.)
You get where we are going. BTW
your plays are based on History as Drama,
of Powerful corruptsick Worms in Words..?
Ah William, you wouldn't Believe the Excuse
that is Given---Not only do they Keep
Romeo from Juliet, but when their Child
is born they Deprive her of the Dream
she will become one day a Citizen.

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SONNET SENATOR HYBRID ENGINE RUNS SOLAR

The sonnet hybrid engine runs solar,


no odors or waste. All is Important.
The machinery is Intricate and Smooth,
an Unauthorized vehicle of a Dream.
I have a License to drive where I will.
In secret, I keep its Poetic spice
Recipe safe from those who hate
freedom of expression. What Poetists.
It's technological staff occupies
the Space of One Person and Mimics its
way Into full inclusion--Full expressed
warranty. You say these are Whims not Rhymes.

That you keep your Humanity this Poem


is Concerned for it Mssr's. Senators.

EDUCATIONAL INDUSTRIAL COMPLEX

Ugh, how boring is Anger. It's so Hard


to Withstand or Outrun (so Spin It-
Turn it Over, reverse it ti esrever start
New. My 2nd grade Teacher had Wit
that I needed. She says, "let's learn ABC's
Backwards as well as Forward." Bless
her for that Big Clue at 7 Years Old.
Turning things over, Spinning them, What
grace of Nature we are Able to Be
without a Social Agenda. Out Political
Economy, Lobbyists, Perverse
Agents of Officialized Boredom! Pat--
a-Degree (Dude, I'm earning 100k plus
perks, Stationery that says I'm a Doctor.)

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A REBEL WITHOUT FEAR OF EXPRESSION

Am I a nationalist? A Mexican?
What? Hmmmm, I tell myself, I am Something
else, the Reason Races shouldn't Mix:
A Rebel without Fear of Expression.
A Toltec Saxon Chumash Norwegian,
according to those in the KNOW. I am
the Conduit of some Wide-Eyed Lovers
of Humanity for Humanity's
Sake and for no Other Reason but That.
We are Innovators of Dreams Forbidden
by Hate and Race Laws. We are Offspring
of Grafts of Appeal one to Another,
We are Good People without any Ruses
and with Names that Will Carry This
Proud/Humble Declaration, I'm past my
my Limit and a bit Dizzy.
Identity is a Merry-Go-Round of Cells
and the Conscience Poetic EKG's
Required for Advancement. The Heart
is the First Source of Distribution. Take
Heart Cardiologists--(among Dreamers
there are Scientists. They're Americanized
and the Fresh First Fruit of their families.
Take Stock of your Heart, Senators.
Is there still Blood pumping in there somewhere?

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BY WHAT MATHEMATICS THEY COMPUTE
DREAMS?

By What Mathematics is Computed


the Dream a Negative? What Accounting
Lodger is resolved by Devastation
of the Spirit? What Science is applied
to Dissolve the Desire of Young Faith?
Why are Protocols being Perfected
to Deny the Resources for Hope
embodied in the Student, her Heart's Quest?

By what Procedure does the Legislator


Disappear the Lived Example of Dreams
in Motion? Upon Wings of Love it Flies.
When did it become Normal and Legal
and Rational to Detest the Power
of the Mind to find itself Unfettered?

I EXIST YES I DO I DO I DREAM

They don't like Poets cuz we Read Fine


Lines,..Yes, we do, we got Sonnets down too.
They're 14 lines traditionally and 10 beats.
I like that tune, Miles Davis, whatcha do-
in to my Self Dissatisfaction? Where
did you send it? I see a Fleshy Cloud
moving North toward the Serrano Lands,
Beautiful Ancestors, Great Women, guards
of my Body and Mind who made a Mound
of Earth beneath my Dream of Self-Worth, for
Something more, an Education, Freedom
of Thinking, of Speaking, of Rhyme, of "I."
I exist yes I do I do I do....

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THEY HATED HOPE AND THEY HATE DREAMS

--They Said you Can't have Hope and Now they Add Dreams to
That Rule

They hated Hope, and so they hate Dreams.


Unashamedly they abuse English,
the Language they Love. How sad for the One
that they Dislike. It is an Evil Code which
Wages this Movement of Force. Emotions,
these Feelings, these Self-Evident Powers--
which have Formed our Greatest Features,
Humanity, WTF, have we no
Spine? Where is our Heart? This Soul
Means so Much to that Imagination!
It was Invoked by the Poets, the Heralds,
by God, even the Prophets have Dreams!
How can we protect our Intelligence, Humans?
Or did we just sorta elapse like Other Foes?

INSENSATE POWER OF THE CONGRESS

It's not what is Said or what's Visible


that Waits at the Door of Powerful Guise,
that just needs a Trigger, a Turn-of-Phrase,
to Register meanings: Rich, Able, Cun-
ning, unaccountable, and Untainted
by Reality. The Face of Privilege
is Flawless. It loses no Sleep for its
Society. Its Gaze does not wander
at the Gaunt Cheeks of Ideals and Dreams.
And the Nothingness of Meaning abounds.
It strengthens on the Denial of Sense,
of Touch, Taste, Smell, Speak, Hear its Citizens.
This is the way that Indifferent Power

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yields its force by Denial of Presence.
HANDS OF AMERICA DREAM

The hands dream, why wouldn't they? For they count,


and they till and they plow and they pick and
they scrub and they wield machinery, care for
children, repair automobiles, write poems,
lift boxes in warehouses, carry wood
and cement, dig holes, install windows on
towers, build houses, So why would they not
also Dream? Dream of Freedom from blisters,
injury, arthritis, gashes, broken
bones? You see Hands are the Makers of Dreams.
Not you and I, not the Congress in Session,
not even those Young Ones who call themselves
Dreamers. The Hands made the World what it Is.
They know What's Up and What's Down. They're Alright.

UTILITY AND DREAM HAD A DEBATE

Utility and Dream had a Debate. Its


Purpose was to illustrate how Infirm,
Inept, and unappealing were the Ill
for they could neither be of Use nor
understand their Delusions, Better
to leave that Unconscious Alone
for how unfortunate are the sympto-
matic and pained or amputated
people, the maimed. Consider the
Worth of Dreams imperiled by
social conditions. This portends not
a Sonnet but a transcript of Red
Tape, a most undesirable Process
has ben Underway in this Waltz.

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ROCOCO DREAM ACT

Crucible of Dreams, how much Easier


would be the Ease of Reality. By epic
comparison, pardon our Rust, we are
old souls, the fools, musicians, and locos
poetas who Compare to the Night's Scope--
its Mystic Eye as Emerson called this,
an Iamb, I am I am a Poet Ashamed
as Bill Williams for all of his Gnashing
Love, Vision, Imagination, will Love
ever Return from both ends Above, See
for yourself, Senators, those who hold
office in the Government and whose who
do in the Cultures-we deserve more than
they by our Volume of Sincerity and their
Inapparent Embarrassment, Esos
Sin Verguenzos of common parlance.
Orale, our voices are Stubborn in their
Humanidad. Stop with your Pedo, Do
something, Vato, at Least you Honor me
estupido Diablo SereSere.
Dream Act Hell Yeah. Their Laurels Untainted,
are Famous for making a Spectacle
of Youth-Performatifique, PhD guey,
you can use some Pride in Humility.
Yes, it Exists, it's called a Compounded
Emotion. Feel the Love for my Freedom
It is a love that INCENSES Me. I'm
a Poet like Dickinson, Williams, oh
precious Crane, Stephen, my namesake Edith
Wharton, her Fama good, bad and divided.
The Artist came first and then the Congress
the Senators next and they get Nowhere

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without Writers who they Plagiarize who
they revise Unshamefully Disguised Liars.
Send a Message to Pearl born of Hester:
"keep it Up, little Changeling, Retain the
Flame of Your Hope as Pilot of Redress"
This Conversation became Appealing.
One is this Possibility Dreamscape
Re-Association of Words Cognant
a form of Poetic Title, Okay,
it's Poesy, a Rococo adobe wall
made of stone and cement, a conception
of the Hands. Hands of America Dream.

VIEJOS SIN ALMA CONGRESO ENTERATE

Les quedo grande la Yegua al Congreso.


Miren que no parecen los lideres
manipuladores? No se porque
me dan mal pensamiento. Yo No los
trasteo perdon es decir confio
Soy pocha con Safos pero quiero
a mi Comunidad samaritanos
de verdad. Clemencia, enterate que
hay Suenos que no se han Cumplido.
Y ya saben que dijo el poeta Langston
Hughes? Que a un Sueno no se Trata
asi. Se honra, Congreso, se Honra.
Son ustedes los que le dan Fama
Mala a la Poliza. Viejos sin Alma!

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AN AMERICAN DREAM DOCTOR PAUL FLEISS

Indeed, there is greater Worth in this Poem


than there was just yesterday. The Doctors
of Poetry are Specialists and Generalists
and they compose the Rhythm Life. Oh! Art
of the Stethoscope of Dear Dr. Fleiss,
of these Yellow Flowers, Herbalist, Man,
Father who has grown by Difficult Seeds.
You are one of the Sons whose Stem Grows
by his Thinking and his Suffering. You
are a Great Doctor of Humanity
and in this an Artist for Benefit
of Others, a Samaritan and yet you
are Scrutinized, challenged, and Abused,
your protectors are Children and their Mothers.

Such are difficult flowers, yellow ones,


Tassels of Hope, my Only Desire
because its the Last Petal of Flower
the one that falls last when it Crowns
and Recedes. We are of a Living Spirit.
My What suRReal flowers you are when
depicted as Ice Cubes of light Frozen.
Polycentric Vision, see within the Colors
the People as they are the Soul's Windows.
Art is for Art's Sake and its for Life's Sake
its Largest Yellow Flower blooms Once
again, Everyday without Stopping, Center
of our Hearts and Wisdom, we are People.
We come Recommended for our Vision.
We grow to bloom a difficult flower.

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DREAMERS SIN CLAVE NO HAY SON

Sin Clave no hay Son : Remember what She


Taught us, Celia Cruz, Azucar Dreamers!
This is our Reconnaissance. We need All
you Dream Troops, just keep your Rhythm. Listen,
I'm here Spinning Sonnets by the Hour.
My eyes burn. Just try and keep up with me
I can't even do it. I'm one Sonnet
Off. See, I got so many Lines for I'm
Breathing the Dream all day and all Night. No
crees? My pans are all Burnt since the Poem
insists to interfere with all my Plans
and all my Food gets Burnt in the Kitchen.
So, thank you, thank you, All of my Gente
who help me with my Chores so I can be Here.

CALL ME A NIGHTMARE I ANSWER A POEM

Let me Get Your Name Down anti-Dream Man.


You can't see I'm Watching You WTF
who taught you your Manners anyhow?
Oh I see, nobody. So you can't blame that
on me and Punish me for your Ignorance.
All I'm saying is watch out cuz I see You.
I got your Name and your Number. 14
Liner, Sonnet, let's get our Feet Moving.
We have no time to train them its Their Job
to learn to be Human. We can Coach them.
Can't you hear it in their Tone? Criminals.
Who? Me or You? Cuz you are Battering
the Gavel and All of mY Dignity, Calling
me a Nightmare. I'll answer you a Poem.

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DREAM ACT SHINE UP THE STARS

I'm not mad at the Dreamers but Damn, I


didn't need a New Hope. The last one Tried
to silence my Rhymes but they Reappeared
in Dream Act Pentameter, what Else? What do we
do? They can't be Stopped cuz they are Attached
to the Tail of a Comet disguised as a Sonnet,
dancing a two-step. Shall we Waltz Fantastic?
Este vals es el Mio. Mi Catorcero. Somos sin Fin.
We go eternal like Hope, Beauty, and Love.
We don't care if the ends Rhyme or Not. We
are Convinced they will Grant us this Entrance
to the Skies of Liberty's Kingdom where
we will Work, pay off Debts, and even Shine
up the Stars. Look they are Dusty again.

QUERIDA VIRGEN PROTEJE A ESTE SUENO

Disculpame que no me dejaron


aprenderme bien este idioma.
Porque nos quitaron nuestro lenguaje
como ellos no tienen tanta dulzura
y son mas o menos amargados
que ni conocen a sus Poetas
que son los que mandan este Pais
de diez pies y catorce lineas, Ama,
Virgen de Guadalupe, Juquila,
Refugios, Todas las Musas que hay
se han despedido. Por supuesto vuelven
a Cantar ya que este el milagro. Usted
sabe que Vanidosas son. Saben
que es Usted la Quien Proteje a este Sueno.

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SEASONING A SONNET

I'm seasoning a sonnet here in my


Cocina. I MAY invoke my right to
Dream of Freedom, some old style Due Process,
a respite from Racialization, Please
for Mr. Omi and your homie, Winant,
tell me, Doctors of Knowledge, how did we
reverse the Exclusion Act and Jim Crow,
por ejemplo? My theory is measured.
Oh no! I've left on the oven, talked
too much about my Feelings. The Sauces
are next. Throw in some vegetables and Spice.
Let it simmer, it is an Uncommon
Recipe. Dinner's ready. The Dipper
was given to me by the Milky Way.

WRITE AS IF ONLY ONCE YOU CAN SPEAK

Write as if you can only tell it Once


like 1001 Arabian
Nights, though your life Depended On it. Yes!
just like that you Humanitat Talent!
The tap Dance of Sonnets, a two-foot Line
I am Five times I am I am I am
You may have Killed me but I Survived it
Pressing my fingers across the Keyboard
at Certain Intervals and returning
to the opening of the Spiral. Back
and forth, we Sway, we Sway. We are the Swans
of the Paper Oceans. Oh Paper! You
are no More. Electronic Fountain of Youth,
Poetry is the Hope of Tomorrow.

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HYPNOTIC SONNET TO THE SENATE

Sonnet to the Senate. D.C. has Gone Mad.


CNN is saying the Dream Act's Dead.
There's so much Irresponsibility
and Mad Procrastination Nation.
Get a Hold on your Sarcasm. Earn Your
meal for Once, Work! You are the Reps from States
your six Year job is Very cushiony,
isn't it? Honorable Senators, Grow Up!
Do something for Once for your Country. Now
Listen, I'm going to Hypnotize You.
You will not Lose Control of your Selves.
Relax. Count from Ten to Zero, Return
to the time you had a Dream of Freedom
Inspired to Run for the Office you hold.

AMERICA GOT HER DREAM JOB


America got her Dream Job. Busy
saying yes to all of her People's Hopes
and calming their Fears, she is Happily
dispensing her Trademark Metaphors.

She Inspires the Tweeters and bloggers


declaring their Feelings, Whims, and their Woes
that are Pinned like the Stars in the Quilt
of the Sky where our Gaze meets with Wonder

Sequined in the design of Poems Woven


through the Fabric and Fiber of Love
of Libertad! The most Loved One:
Our Freedom to Believe in the Fools
that we Are who can Fly to the Moon
on the Dream Wings of a Unicorn.

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YOUTH I IMAGINE JOSE MARTI LOST EVERYTHING

Imagine our Dear Jose Ismael


Marti while inventing modernismo poetry,
was devastated when his entire
store of munitions and supplies for Cuba's
independence from Spain, were Seized at Sea
outside of Florida, everything lost
that he'd worked years to complete
and while in exile from his Island.
He said a Nation is built of People
of all Races de Nuestra America . "Tengo dos
paises, Cuba y la Noche...."Soy un hombre
sincero de donde crece la Palma," See?
What Beauty his Suffering gave his Song?
You are of the Same Verses Conceived,
An Idea can Stop a Warship at Sea.

LAS MADRES DE AMERICA DEL SUENO

Nacimos en una Nacion


que no tenia Nombre.
Le llaman el Sueno
y lo conocemos bien.

Somos los sonadores


somos los hijos del
trabajador y de las
madres que lloran

en silencio cuando
sus hijos no pueden sonar
en esta Sociedad,
tierra de libertad.

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Entonces es por
ellas las madres de America
quel el tren del Sueno
llegua a su patria

THIS DREAM RUNS ON PURE IMAGINATION

This Dream runs on Pure Imagination


for it had No Pathway to Exist.
It has no Glass Ceiling, no Deportations.
It has an Underground Railroad for
thoughts Belonging elseWhere and Inside of Me. At
every turn I feel my Heart Burn with Love
for all the Children, Youth, and Peeps,
who Kept my Dream Alive for Me

They Painted it all over the Place on


Bridges, Skies, Hallways, Senate Floors, and Screens.
For our Miserable Dreams, our Hurt
and Dessicated Gente who the Border Kills,
they made Beauty in places of Horror.

Yet they Smiled as they were Handcuffed on


Floors, Concrete Pavement, and Streets.

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