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Oct 2013
For all the truth that doesn't matter
I sit through the lies.
We are not the same and mathematics can never be calculated by the means of each person step because we walk different and some crawl or don't walk at all,
yet numbers are thrown at me.
Promises cannot be made when the puppet master only directs for self pleasure.
Let my strings that hang play music so I can jig.
I will even dance in Red Sea because I already know land shark exist .
Fred Kinard
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Fred Kinard
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