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Knowledge

Knowledge is misused Has it always been? Or is it out generation Who have made a mistake again? More than a mistake, I must say We have made many before It is not the first or last Of mistakes, there will be more. Knowledge used to be treasured To figure the wonders of life But now, it is only used badly To stab someone with  knife Knowledge has one use these days And it is true to worsen Knowledge is now a weapon To beat another person When you know a thing, to hold that you know it, and when you do not know a thing, to allow that you do not know it - this is knowledge. -Albert Einstein
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whitney-b
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Aug 10, 2012
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