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“In Line of Service (The Sonnet) World is my Louisiana, I am its Mississippi. Whenever it's in trouble, My blood boils in agony. Each drop of tear around, Makes my bones ignite. My life finds its meaning, As I respond to their plight. Joy is only joy to me, When I bring it to others. If gained in line of service, Even wounds are my treasures. Once I die for the people’s future, Then I can live in peace forever.”

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Book:Hurricane Humans: Give me accountability, I'll give you peace
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