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Where are the thoughtful s, the brilliants those young Turks of mine times with tomes ablaze the searing searches for wisdom in flights of discoveries soaring into heightened ideas and dives in Philosophy pools sparring with edifices of futures past and present yet to show The magic of minds invigorated anew knowledge incoming and endless forays in disciplines testings midnight oils burning as brains are lit and wonders founds in old new skills come in and in growth and understandings you dance versatility you embrace in bloom of maturity and richness in minds Talk Shakespeare and see Homer with Sartre ratios and equations take on compounds and Periodic Tables the ***** in biology makes ******* covers even more relate-able Byron says it sweetly and Solzhenitsyn talks Gulag in Mein Kampf one day in Imperialism while another in Totalitarianism all ideas My kingdom for knowledge and the trained minds oh such joy the vista of erudition and peace of understanding the harvesting of a million lights to banish fears and shame duds confidence of the unconfined thoughts and enamored teachers the august seat in a world where diversity is undreaded  and calm Thus never a war of minds or feigned stances nothing akin to the posturing fakes and usurpers dim et vacant or them charlatans lacking gainful foundations in pretentious airs bovine bullies coated in ignorance manifesting idiocies a la pride sham laughable buffoons strangling Art for art sake, dopes for free So look below and see the infertile minds in fallow    base and dank coarse and idle with the occasional sprouts incapable in essence limited in orientations like a pack of jackals ignorant and belligerent or puffed up in fear like a capon in anger nothing enlightened, positive, constructive or gainful just angst mired in the blame game with limited senses and ignorance raving
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
Ain't that just the difference.......
Where are the thoughtful s, the brilliants those young Turks of mine times with tomes ablaze the searing searches for wisdom in flights of discoveries soaring into heightened ideas and dives in Philosophy pools sparring with edifices of futures past and present yet to show The magic of minds invigorated anew knowledge incoming and endless forays in disciplines testings midnight oils burning as brains are lit and wonders founds in old new skills come in and in growth and understandings you dance versatility you embrace in bloom of maturity and richness in minds Talk Shakespeare and see Homer with Sartre ratios and equations take on compounds and Periodic Tables the ***** in biology makes ******* covers even more relate-able Byron says it sweetly and Solzhenitsyn talks Gulag in Mein Kampf one day in Imperialism while another in Totalitarianism all ideas My kingdom for knowledge and the trained minds oh such joy the vista of erudition and peace of understanding the harvesting of a million lights to banish fears and shame duds confidence of the unconfined thoughts and enamored teachers the august seat in a world where diversity is undreaded  and calm Thus never a war of minds or feigned stances nothing akin to the posturing fakes and usurpers dim et vacant or them charlatans lacking gainful foundations in pretentious airs bovine bullies coated in ignorance manifesting idiocies a la pride sham laughable buffoons strangling Art for art sake, dopes for free So look below and see the infertile minds in fallow    base and dank coarse and idle with the occasional sprouts incapable in essence limited in orientations like a pack of jackals ignorant and belligerent or puffed up in fear like a capon in anger nothing enlightened, positive, constructive or gainful just angst mired in the blame game with limited senses and ignorance raving
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Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC
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