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Apr 29
Man, I fault for justice.
To be told it fought.
I said wear you at.
Just to be its where.

Too many wrongs to be right.
****, I didn't create the English language.
Also known as words of confusion.

I try to write but found folks crying about right.
When is wrong right?
And right is wrong.

I try pronouncing a certain phase.
To be told it's enounced but they understood my words.

Thou shall not face this again.
Putting thyself ahead of facing these words of confusion.
All because correction alone is an intrusion.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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