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The door closed. I left. A few meaningless words, At the best of times. Usually, a stranger. The movie ended. The hall cleared. The credits rolled on. The next movie starts. Education's a farce. Money making, paper printing. The educated worst off, deluded that they are. A little goes a long way. A little nudge is the difference: from a catastrophic impact, to a heavenly fiery show. But it takes time.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Moving On
The door closed. I left. A few meaningless words, At the best of times. Usually, a stranger. The movie ended. The hall cleared. The credits rolled on. The next movie starts. Education's a farce. Money making, paper printing. The educated worst off, deluded that they are. A little goes a long way. A little nudge is the difference: from a catastrophic impact, to a heavenly fiery show. But it takes time.
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May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
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