Every Day's Complaint
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Sandra Feldman
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What is the matter,
With Us?
No matter what,
We're always,
Looking for trouble!
The word "Peace"
Must be something,
Some fool
Found in the rubble.
After,
We've destroyed ourselves.
Then, maybe?
We'll be able
To stay out of trouble!
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