The Same Political End
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James McLain
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Roman empires.
God almighty intervenes.
The arena, naval battles.
One had
fourteen hundred days.
Can one man
drain the lake of many souls?
Coliseum
Built of Catholic memories.
And hand in hand.
The flowers always show.
Hip deep in blood.
The sand is full of snow.
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