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Jan 2017
There are no stricter terms
of life’s laws led by the infirm
then what fools feel they earned.

Taking in turn while good men burn
entitled ****** pick through
the littered landscapes
of those who time has made cruel.
Till, all tools are made fools
and the vain fall to the valiant and wise
and the greedy tumble before the well advised.

Those humbled by truth and knowledge
knowing when to take advice
and when they should rise
above the follies of the unimaginative masses.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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