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Discernable things

A coat, a hat, a pair of trousers,
Shoes, and socks, and underwear,
An umbrella hanging from his arm,
Aside a bag from Tupperware.

A wallet containing two quarters,
Thirteen nickels and a dime,
Twenty three dollars, in different notes,
A thousand yin from better times.

The man was an american,
He’d always lived in the country,
He loved the state of politics,
As this was a democracy.

But in the bag from tupperware;
A bomb, A gun and a knife,
A strangest assortment of random things,
For the last day of his life.

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