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She was absent from the ceremony, Her disdain was so intense; So counter to her idea Of what humanism meant. I have sat before the drums, Breathed in the smudge cloud; Attended Temple, Ate at the spiritual maturity for Baha i. I was anointed with chrism on my ears; Bestowed all rights and privileges; I have paid union dues, And bargained against rank and file. Etc., etc., etc., Each Rite is a Reality Show, We're given prepared scripts, To read and make seem possible, What we know to be implausible.
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
Reality Shows
She was absent from the ceremony, Her disdain was so intense; So counter to her idea Of what humanism meant. I have sat before the drums, Breathed in the smudge cloud; Attended Temple, Ate at the spiritual maturity for Baha i. I was anointed with chrism on my ears; Bestowed all rights and privileges; I have paid union dues, And bargained against rank and file. Etc., etc., etc., Each Rite is a Reality Show, We're given prepared scripts, To read and make seem possible, What we know to be implausible.
francie-lynch
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Jan 20, 2020
Jan 20, 2020 at 12:29 PM UTC
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