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A lot of possibilities where made possible through adductive thinking For once we stopped arguing and started being adducing All those with bad minds where reduced and all that was left was productive minds We took in onto ourselves to to straighten our paths We took it onto our strides and conquered hard times Now all that's left is to reap the benefits of what we sowed And watch our ideas manifest in the minds if those who imposed our ideas The test of life is never to protest when pain is felt But to except the cards you're delt To the weak we demonstrate strength To the strong we acknowledge the time spent to rid the world of the bad stench that we had brought on ourselves
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Jul 17, 2015
Jul 17, 2015 at 1:43 PM UTC
Country Men
Sometimes He wonders why hunger always strikes like thunder You never know until it hits Words he echoes as He pumps His fist To the men with nothing but still feed their kids To Him It was all so sudden With a flip of a coin all He had to choose from was Hunger or Hunger? He envies the rich Always giving speeches on life when to Him they are no more than thieves who stole from the streets
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 3:07 PM UTC
Lazy Unfinished Poem
The men in her life deserted her She stay up all night wondering if she deserved it To them she was just desert The meal after the good meal Life was tough cause they all had that special touch They always made her feel like she was the girl of the house Without even staying the night They left with picking fights She was really was just a mouse trapped in a maze of relationships with no care No care for who she was So she grew hate for every man who came The light at the end of the tunnel always showed Mr Right for the moment So she grew the hatred for the sweet moments portrayed by the chick-flicks aired at night Her Knight in shining armor was no more than a character acting in a movie she created with scenes she wished she'd deleted What you now read is a novel no longer important Her heart is no longer broken With the pen in her hand the script is now one which no man should witness
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Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
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