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[Found poem]
Abdisalem Hadthi and his son cowered
in the quiet of their living room,
at each torrent of bullets
that rained on the limestone brick
and mortar walls outside.
A unit of Gaddafi's gunmen burst…
Added by Achirri Ishmael on May 12, 2011 at 5:30am — No Comments
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