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Oct 2022
Uppose, sup, opposition
is ++ or -- and we each flip,
we see, already that shall ever be,
we repel each the other, or we do not.

Attraction, ah, yes, the old saw,
you get what you need,
you really, really  need, or else,

if then ity may role on becoming
ever so much more complicated,

and the crush of being one of those,
pushing pushing pushing, why
are we dying here,
in the middle…

as we feel the madness last,
laughing at the madness of crowds,

we knew, we knew, we never listen,
when our side is winning,
the opposing force is movable…

but the idea the mob had was wrong,
we were not doing anything,
we reacted un reasonably
evil, as madness is, in minds adapted to it.
Then
After Korea, this from
León Felipe
Ya no hay locos, ya no hay locos
ya no hay locos, amigos ya no hay locos
ya no hay locos, en España ya no hay locos.

Todo el mundo está cuerdo
terrible, horriblemente cuerdo.
And the few on whom the wall fell, what the hell, right, Crazy sane reality
What ever good it does, I pity the broken, and confess that's the best I can do, unknown you, feeling the pressure with you in the middle ignored and dying.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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