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- shermanposting@lemmy.world
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Old John Brown left Kansas
Before the blood had dried
And as he rode his head did shine
Like the sun in mid-JulyIn a tiny farm house
By Brunswick Piano
He warmed his boots by the fireplace
And read aloud from Samuel'David rose
To beat the Philistines
With five smooth stones
And a sling’Petition to replace every confederate statue with John Brown and other abolitionist heroes.
Nat Turner with a middle finger and a rifle raises



