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Just another day of faux poets

Babbling inanely

About their puerile and petty existences

Amid the myriad

******* **** and *****

Of the world ,,,,,, (?)

Or will they dare turn the real light

Of real creativity

Onto life itself

And allow the slumbering healing process

To turn our blighted and crippled selves

Unto the true ways of love


And toward the actual fulfillment

Of our human potential ?

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We shall see

WE SHALL SEE WHAT WE HAVE


CHOSEN


TO BECOME

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