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It is supposed that the shaggy cannibal
comes to look for workforce. The hard
and cheap workforce and that’d be
the threat that poses to him and will
squeeze him that will arrive precisely
no delay when the one with big arms
stays starved like a weird machine:
the workers are some machines taken
out of use, which can everything
and gnaw at everything. People are calm.
If these cannibals pay the workforce better
as the last glass of smoke he constricts him
in his part of a slave where this dream
lies, practically belonging to the soul ‒
a loaf of bread dropped by the Bolsheviks.
The cannibal of the furious anthropoid
shuts both of his grottoes.
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