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Jan 20
Aimless, pointless, such a shame,
Life repeats its tired game.
No one learns, no wisdom grows,
When the world, as all it shows,
Bows to filth where reason goes.


In Russian:

Беспонтово, бестолково —
Повторяется по-новой:
Не научишь ничему,
Коль мир служит не Уму —
Мерзкой нелюди дерьму.
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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