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Where do i call the borderline? On this map drawn by the oil barons, and Kings and Queens of made up names No one owns anything , not the shoes on our feet - not the blood in our veins , not the houses we build. We merely borrow all this. But one thing we do - own it , this. We own our thoughts and yet even they are comprised of borrowed segments from traffic light intersections and off hand comments , soaked up like a sponge the knowledge of my surrounding life tip top of History's eternal spiral forth lot until the next young chump comes along , i hand down my invisible crown and hope they can wear it with ease that their life time may have fruits aplenty and vegetables too , Rich tapestries , cast of wool , fine gold thread all jumbled in with the ruby red and lines of green field.
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
Maps Locations , nothing but symbols on maps , placed this way or that , directional zone , northeastwest overtones south.
Where do i call the borderline? On this map drawn by the oil barons, and Kings and Queens of made up names No one owns anything , not the shoes on our feet - not the blood in our veins , not the houses we build. We merely borrow all this. But one thing we do - own it , this. We own our thoughts and yet even they are comprised of borrowed segments from traffic light intersections and off hand comments , soaked up like a sponge the knowledge of my surrounding life tip top of History's eternal spiral forth lot until the next young chump comes along , i hand down my invisible crown and hope they can wear it with ease that their life time may have fruits aplenty and vegetables too , Rich tapestries , cast of wool , fine gold thread all jumbled in with the ruby red and lines of green field.
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Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 10:06 PM UTC
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