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Mar 15
i
i

hello-are you there?
you look
you find-

like gold in
the red desert
or love-

phrenology
ontology-
in your mind

or a butterfly minding
itΒ΄s own
do we choose..

ii

what is mineis
mine and whatis
yours..

civilization has been
in place for 2000 years
but as tennyson said

let ten thousand years pass
and then we wil talk of progress..!
possession will not last..

iii

shall we share
some universal tune
a magical aire

like the air
or will we have to
say we are through-

die away-
greed wins
live on the moon..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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