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Wander along The adoration passageways Too long Glowing in the light Of ones own measure of success You may feel....as if You can soar like the eagle But that may lead To an ego deflation A deficiency in value From black to red So no matter what validations of admiration You may receive no evaluation Will ever make dirt Taste like a custard pie So... Go easy And believe in your value to evaluate yourself And then you... Will... ... Never get hurt when dirt... Always tastes like dirt!
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
Custard pie reward
Wander along The adoration passageways Too long Glowing in the light Of ones own measure of success You may feel....as if You can soar like the eagle But that may lead To an ego deflation A deficiency in value From black to red So no matter what validations of admiration You may receive no evaluation Will ever make dirt Taste like a custard pie So... Go easy And believe in your value to evaluate yourself And then you... Will... ... Never get hurt when dirt... Always tastes like dirt!
keith-w-fletcher
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Jul 10, 2018
Jul 10, 2018 at 3:49 AM UTC
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