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Nov 2013
if comfort is the end by which
we dedicate our means
then our collective conscience
is not at all what it seems
for warmth and full bellies
without altruism bared
is the source of days meaningless
if hidden, not shared


Tuesday, November 12, 2013
jimmy tee
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jimmy tee  VT
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