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theres a sweet

joy in the morning, when the

slaves have arrived in the harbour

and the coffee comes with

them.  the flowers have blooms

on them.

the slaves have eyes with them.  they see everything and

accept hardship, even if not

by choice, the bitterness is invigourating to

these men, the ones who watch

and supply the world with

carbon.

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