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Apr 2014
A mind weighing worthless fortune
with foul ability's stench in the dusk-ish air
(pardon the jest and useless ridicule
in the above words' toneless tune)
has no love saved
no godspeed wished
no warm departing greeting
for the luckless, weak, and unwilling,
for the mind knows
the Rights Man made Rights so.
And it is so.
Decipher
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