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From labyrinth in Istanbul, my eye spied a familiar cord Education How can any education Be a sufficient insurance For a pathetic population Keeps favoring ignorance From <https://hellopoetry.com/> Truth known makes free, truth hid is not ignored, it waits the fire the next time innocents are sacrificed to lies. ... thanks, you gave me a spark, as real as any angel a self anoints another, go be a lying spirit in the mouth of the tyrant's prophets, let all the wise laugh at the possibility of one peacemaker's leaven, leavening the entire lump, liked or not. Plop. On to the publisher's desk, piles of wonder and ifity. A fantasy realm, counter trope, here the so-called victor-victim ratio, is imperceptibly low, we have a regulation: each day requires its sufficiency of evil, no harm done is intentionally not possible, otherwise you get a dimension of flat metric orthogonal constructive critics assuming unassigned roles. Do you dance? Or only read along? Behold how great a fire words may kindle in a satisfied mind.
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 5:27 PM UTC
From labyrinth in Istanbul
From labyrinth in Istanbul, my eye spied a familiar cord Education How can any education Be a sufficient insurance For a pathetic population Keeps favoring ignorance From <https://hellopoetry.com/> Truth known makes free, truth hid is not ignored, it waits the fire the next time innocents are sacrificed to lies. ... thanks, you gave me a spark, as real as any angel a self anoints another, go be a lying spirit in the mouth of the tyrant's prophets, let all the wise laugh at the possibility of one peacemaker's leaven, leavening the entire lump, liked or not. Plop. On to the publisher's desk, piles of wonder and ifity. A fantasy realm, counter trope, here the so-called victor-victim ratio, is imperceptibly low, we have a regulation: each day requires its sufficiency of evil, no harm done is intentionally not possible, otherwise you get a dimension of flat metric orthogonal constructive critics assuming unassigned roles. Do you dance? Or only read along? Behold how great a fire words may kindle in a satisfied mind.
Permission granted is a state to be in, if you can imagine that's our native earthling state. If we are not the happy people, such must be imaginated.
#native#tongue#cheek#mode
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77/M/Pine Valley CA
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 5:27 PM UTC
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