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Jun 2011
The brain fills with reseeding nonsense, all from public action that convince us.  And we think that we can learn from this.  But we are more lost in thinking about it.  Just more generalizations to take from the past.  To paint ourselves and see how long that last.  The future seems the same , as long as we play this game.  It shows up as an uneven predicament in our face, to steal what little grace, we have stowed away.  But we can take it back and hold our place.  Just burn all those thoughts of hate.  And say we are one as a human race.
Written by
James Tuohy
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