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Mar 2015
Allowed as much freedom as rope to hang yourself,
Enough imagination to fit on a shelf
Cant think of a reason why
To question the moon, the sun, or the sky,
Just fit in the cube, the box, the row,
Get to the top, crawl, backstab. Go low.
John-Paul Richard
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John-Paul Richard  USA
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