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Since "...we(e),..." allowed Liberty's torch to be scorched, Bell cracked, it's knell snatched, decades ago, by not exercising our civic responsibilities, duties, and thereby allowing responsibility's Siamese twin sister, freedom, to wither like an unexercised muscle as well, we must first exorcise our society of self through to other possession in order to exercise our responsibilities and again have lefts, rights and freedoms.    Until then, what's free, what rights, freedoms do we actually have?  I, personally am not allowed to breath, et tu? If we don't, there's no hope, let alone assurance, that our progeny, we say we love, will even live.
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Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
'The Best Things In Life Are Free'
Since "...we(e),..." allowed Liberty's torch to be scorched, Bell cracked, it's knell snatched, decades ago, by not exercising our civic responsibilities, duties, and thereby allowing responsibility's Siamese twin sister, freedom, to wither like an unexercised muscle as well, we must first exorcise our society of self through to other possession in order to exercise our responsibilities and again have lefts, rights and freedoms.    Until then, what's free, what rights, freedoms do we actually have?  I, personally am not allowed to breath, et tu? If we don't, there's no hope, let alone assurance, that our progeny, we say we love, will even live.
As Shakespeare related in his play ‘Macbeth’, “Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.”, without joy; the stretto as a result of living well. Thanx for all you do and don’t. Have a great day
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58/M/reality, Earth, Universe
Dec 4, 2019
Dec 4, 2019 at 3:44 AM UTC
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