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A Revolution Is Not a Tea Party

satnrose

some were shouting some were breaking heads the air was full of eggs
the battle was coordinated on one side and pure riot on the other there
was a foot in my face I was down so I never ever saw who lit the fire
crackers but the big police thought the worst and laid fire but lucky I
was on the ground I never got hit and just laid there until the mob had
passed got up got the hell outta there and then the next morning the
papers had one story but the anarchists couldn’t decide on their’s and
my version was incomplete and only so God knew what in the world

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