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Alexander loved poetry. He used to make his slaves read poetry for him when he wasn't colonizing a strange land.
My Father loves poetry. He always reads some of his works to anyone who would seem interested. He was always busy fighting against Dictatorship for our freedom in a land where Aexander buried all of the great poets that were strange to him with so much passion.
It happens that when my father speaks , I hear the ground screams.
dead poets are happy that few remember.
Dead poets have contributed a verse. Now it's our turn.
Fight All Alexanders!

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