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We made all possible preparations, Drew up a list of firms, Constantly revised our calculations And allotted the farms, Issued all the orders expedient In this kind of case: Most, as was expected, were obedient, Though there were murmurs, of course; Chiefly against our exercising Our old right to abuse: Even some sort of attempt at rising, But these were mere boys. For never serious misgiving Occurred to anyone, Since there could be no question of living If we did not win. The generally accepted view teaches That there was no excuse, Though in the light of recent researches Many would find the cause In a not uncommon form of terror; Others, still more astute, Point to possibilities of error At the very start. As for ourselves there is left remaining Our honour at least, And a reasonable chance of retaining Our faculties to the last.
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Let History Be My Judge
Ever present life... Ever present life... 3ver press a k̫͘ń͙ḭ̧̼̳̠͔f̢̺͙̥̣e̵̮̯̟̙̰ͅͅ against the dying, glowing l̵i̎̓ͣ̚ghͦt͂͌ͧ͌̄ ̛ͣͧ͐̾ͦ̅ǒ̐ͩ͌̓̾͋f̡ͥͪ̑͆ ͝ļ̉̆̎ͮ͛ͪͩĭ̶̎̉̐f͑ͪ̓e͗̏͛ͥ͆̏͐? W̡̠̘̭͛ͪ͋ͦͤa̘ͫ̆̒̈́͆i̗̳ͭͯ̾̇́̓ͫt̫̍ͭ ͈̠̯̻̖̪̹͌͑̽ͮ͛ͮ̃a̬̪ͫ̅̅ͯ́̈̓ͅ ̵͓̱̰͚̬͓̪̿͆M̞͍̤̤̱ͩ́̆̇i̪̬̟̪̹͍ͦ̓͗ͪ̐ͫ̐n̻͈̦̥͕͉̍͛͆̋̐͊u͍ͮ͌͛ͣ̀͘t̯̣̭̝̓͊̍̐̄ͧͦe̺͓̱͈̬̫̊ͯͥͨͯ͜ ̹͔̳̞̇͂͢this can't be me!̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕!! CHECK MY FIELD, REALIZE! Still Sun Tzu hit my enemy first in the verses no physical damage no trauma purses to manage I already lived afflicted with curses from savage researches Till I learned to shift my boundaries around me, ...That there’s still power in !̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕category!̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕ But not enough to stop me ! I broke the two ton shell OF CULTURE but I’ll never stop hearing this ocean swell sailors fly by wave to the 9th sign Hi. Î̝͎̪̮̣͎͈̮͖͈̼͕̞̠ͭ̍̓́͛ͣ͠͝ͅn̫̭̹̼̰͇̱̠̠̭͉̲̱̙̼͎̐̾ͨͦͪ̓̎̅̌ͬ͌̀ͦ̚͟͢ͅfͫ̆̐̾̂̃ͯͯ͌͑̄̌̀̅͂̔̋̀͘͏͎͇̭͓̜i͈̮̞̙̭͖͇͇̝̗͈̜̗̤̞͈̽̓̾ͪ͛̿͂ͯ͂̇̌ͣ̓ͦ̿ͮ̈͘͘n̷̷̡̠̘̘̦̬̣̺̟͖͍ͮ̾͂̈́͟͜ĭ̙̳̩͓͕̍̃̌͂͋ͪ̂ͧ̓ͨ̉ͨ͌ͨͤ̈̚͟͜͝t̵̴͖̣̳̤̊̈̎ͥ͊́e̛̺̭͚̻̠̞̙͍̞͚͉̝ͨ͑̉ like a Shepard’s tone.                Passionate like a Shepard's SON. Intricate like a l̀e͊ͧ̓͛̑ͦ̃͠o͐ͭp͒͢à͢r͒́ͬ̅ͣͤd̑̍̿ͤͮsͦ̋ ̊̈́̀ͯ͐̅́tongue. [[God said to me]]: Work under the light of e̴͏ff͠ort͞ SON You cannot break the stone without the Wind and the Ocean. So we wander back into the liquid crystaline vision Waves wander and ponder up through and fill my being We release the storm my drips speaking. But I can't hear cause there's still Too Many Lights. Easily distracted by how others say "stay away from illicit people ..." Illicit people ...? More like people illicit [!?meaning?!] formed inͧ̒͂ͭ s͑͆͒ͯͪ͊̚tͩͩ̂ͬͬͬ̌e͆̏͗̽e̚ṕ͒l̅ͮͤͧ̉̈ẻ͋̈́ͨͪ̓sͤ̆̍ͥͮ ̉̓̚ Responses from the ghost markers self-induced parasites better host dollars people! FC*K that! >NO MORE BEING SILENT MY LOVE < -Just watch and listen- Tectonic plates shift when I talk back Demonic cosmic rift silent when I talk rap people never seem to mind unless you say I did that But you better believe This ***** not much more than a formality. Fancy phantasm shorn from reality . Never base your life in a fallacy. No waste your life chasing the phallus see? L̎̒i͐ͤv̡e̓ͪͪ̔̾ͤ ͥm̓̐ͨ̑̈̄҉a̎g̒̽̍͛̽iͩͩ͑͟c̎ͬ̏̕ ̡̂ͫ̒̊ͧͪ͆ Like Harry Potter, I always catch the snitch end the game break my fist͆̓̽..̔͌̓͏.̛̾ͩ̒ͣ So few leave this life of crime now I teach yoga super stack your spine till that ***** aligned   so try and find me I’m in orbit right outside the mind b. To look up my next move in the dictionary doesn’t make it a **** move, this is : "My **** is hairy, I let it out at night like Bigfoot and its OH so scary!" Now WHATEVER YOU believe .̔͌̓͏.̛̾ͩ̒ͣ .͆͊̚҉̦̝̪͈̗̝.̜̭͔̖̲̓̍̈́͗̉̽ .͆͊̚҉̦̝̪͈̗̝.̜̭̓̍̈́͗̉̽ I’m married to my Wife, my Diction, God and Mary.
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Mar 15, 2019
Mar 15, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
Married to my̒̊͗̄ͬ ̵̎͗̍W͊ͭͩ̓̏i̔̾̋ͧ͏fe,̈̎ͬ̒ͩ̌͑ ̷̅̾͛̋ͤ̇͌mͤ͌ͩ͐ẏͩ̇̒ͪ̑̀ ̀͐̓̽D̨̊̑ͫ͑̿̍̅iͥ͂͒ͫ̏̽c̉͛ͣ̓͌tį̓̎ͦoͤͨ̾ͥ̑͢n̓̾͐̀ͤ,̸̑͌ ̨̐̽̌́̓Ġ̋ͩ̉̄̚o͑̔̚d̽ͨ &͜ ͡M̊ͯ̐̈̎ͯar̓̂̅̽̔ͨ̀y̽
Ever present life... Ever present life... 3ver press a k̫͘ń͙ḭ̧̼̳̠͔f̢̺͙̥̣e̵̮̯̟̙̰ͅͅ against the dying, glowing l̵i̎̓ͣ̚ghͦt͂͌ͧ͌̄ ̛ͣͧ͐̾ͦ̅ǒ̐ͩ͌̓̾͋f̡ͥͪ̑͆ ͝ļ̉̆̎ͮ͛ͪͩĭ̶̎̉̐f͑ͪ̓e͗̏͛ͥ͆̏͐? W̡̠̘̭͛ͪ͋ͦͤa̘ͫ̆̒̈́͆i̗̳ͭͯ̾̇́̓ͫt̫̍ͭ ͈̠̯̻̖̪̹͌͑̽ͮ͛ͮ̃a̬̪ͫ̅̅ͯ́̈̓ͅ ̵͓̱̰͚̬͓̪̿͆M̞͍̤̤̱ͩ́̆̇i̪̬̟̪̹͍ͦ̓͗ͪ̐ͫ̐n̻͈̦̥͕͉̍͛͆̋̐͊u͍ͮ͌͛ͣ̀͘t̯̣̭̝̓͊̍̐̄ͧͦe̺͓̱͈̬̫̊ͯͥͨͯ͜ ̹͔̳̞̇͂͢this can't be me!̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕!! CHECK MY FIELD, REALIZE! Still Sun Tzu hit my enemy first in the verses no physical damage no trauma purses to manage I already lived afflicted with curses from savage researches Till I learned to shift my boundaries around me, ...That there’s still power in !̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕category!̝̙ͦͧͧͥͫ̕ But not enough to stop me ! I broke the two ton shell OF CULTURE but I’ll never stop hearing this ocean swell sailors fly by wave to the 9th sign Hi. Î̝͎̪̮̣͎͈̮͖͈̼͕̞̠ͭ̍̓́͛ͣ͠͝ͅn̫̭̹̼̰͇̱̠̠̭͉̲̱̙̼͎̐̾ͨͦͪ̓̎̅̌ͬ͌̀ͦ̚͟͢ͅfͫ̆̐̾̂̃ͯͯ͌͑̄̌̀̅͂̔̋̀͘͏͎͇̭͓̜i͈̮̞̙̭͖͇͇̝̗͈̜̗̤̞͈̽̓̾ͪ͛̿͂ͯ͂̇̌ͣ̓ͦ̿ͮ̈͘͘n̷̷̡̠̘̘̦̬̣̺̟͖͍ͮ̾͂̈́͟͜ĭ̙̳̩͓͕̍̃̌͂͋ͪ̂ͧ̓ͨ̉ͨ͌ͨͤ̈̚͟͜͝t̵̴͖̣̳̤̊̈̎ͥ͊́e̛̺̭͚̻̠̞̙͍̞͚͉̝ͨ͑̉ like a Shepard’s tone.                Passionate like a Shepard's SON. Intricate like a l̀e͊ͧ̓͛̑ͦ̃͠o͐ͭp͒͢à͢r͒́ͬ̅ͣͤd̑̍̿ͤͮsͦ̋ ̊̈́̀ͯ͐̅́tongue. [[God said to me]]: Work under the light of e̴͏ff͠ort͞ SON You cannot break the stone without the Wind and the Ocean. So we wander back into the liquid crystaline vision Waves wander and ponder up through and fill my being We release the storm my drips speaking. But I can't hear cause there's still Too Many Lights. Easily distracted by how others say "stay away from illicit people ..." Illicit people ...? More like people illicit [!?meaning?!] formed inͧ̒͂ͭ s͑͆͒ͯͪ͊̚tͩͩ̂ͬͬͬ̌e͆̏͗̽e̚ṕ͒l̅ͮͤͧ̉̈ẻ͋̈́ͨͪ̓sͤ̆̍ͥͮ ̉̓̚ Responses from the ghost markers self-induced parasites better host dollars people! FC*K that! >NO MORE BEING SILENT MY LOVE < -Just watch and listen- Tectonic plates shift when I talk back Demonic cosmic rift silent when I talk rap people never seem to mind unless you say I did that But you better believe This ***** not much more than a formality. Fancy phantasm shorn from reality . Never base your life in a fallacy. No waste your life chasing the phallus see? L̎̒i͐ͤv̡e̓ͪͪ̔̾ͤ ͥm̓̐ͨ̑̈̄҉a̎g̒̽̍͛̽iͩͩ͑͟c̎ͬ̏̕ ̡̂ͫ̒̊ͧͪ͆ Like Harry Potter, I always catch the snitch end the game break my fist͆̓̽..̔͌̓͏.̛̾ͩ̒ͣ So few leave this life of crime now I teach yoga super stack your spine till that ***** aligned   so try and find me I’m in orbit right outside the mind b. To look up my next move in the dictionary doesn’t make it a **** move, this is : "My **** is hairy, I let it out at night like Bigfoot and its OH so scary!" Now WHATEVER YOU believe .̔͌̓͏.̛̾ͩ̒ͣ .͆͊̚҉̦̝̪͈̗̝.̜̭͔̖̲̓̍̈́͗̉̽ .͆͊̚҉̦̝̪͈̗̝.̜̭̓̍̈́͗̉̽ I’m married to my Wife, my Diction, God and Mary.
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remedies is not only for something we can't pass remedies is for everything that has broken or just to re-new something - she learns something from her life, everyday but she never had a chance to write those down it's not a scam when she said her favorite things to do are reading & writing or writing & reading reading a poem or her self-diary writing a poem or a self-diary she doesn't know if is a gifts or just a hobby because everytime she finished wrote all her poems, she re-read it, and she thought all eyes those read her words can write it too (with their own version(s)) in this, not-so, new day(s) herself will embarks to write all the tales where she's involved in as long as she living her life this era is the lowest point in her life she doesn't know if it actually is, or it's just she made it all low she can't even say a word to herself she can't even write what's in her head she can't even tell anyone when she really needs a person to talk all are just mixed up in her little head she doesn't know if it is something like "manifesting" or what all she knows that she can't figure it out yet is it something related to science? like human mind? is it something related to religions? like human relations with The Creator? but one from many answers for the solutions (based on her own researches) is self-improvement she is pretty sure that is something wrong inside herself something to be fixed something that needs remedy but her body & mind are not so sure what is that (or what are those) her body & mind are still figuring out it's not finished yet it is still figuring how it needs to be stopped it is still progressing 'it' is this story, her story, my story ..
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Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 7:20 AM UTC
nonsense
remedies is not only for something we can't pass remedies is for everything that has broken or just to re-new something - she learns something from her life, everyday but she never had a chance to write those down it's not a scam when she said her favorite things to do are reading & writing or writing & reading reading a poem or her self-diary writing a poem or a self-diary she doesn't know if is a gifts or just a hobby because everytime she finished wrote all her poems, she re-read it, and she thought all eyes those read her words can write it too (with their own version(s)) in this, not-so, new day(s) herself will embarks to write all the tales where she's involved in as long as she living her life this era is the lowest point in her life she doesn't know if it actually is, or it's just she made it all low she can't even say a word to herself she can't even write what's in her head she can't even tell anyone when she really needs a person to talk all are just mixed up in her little head she doesn't know if it is something like "manifesting" or what all she knows that she can't figure it out yet is it something related to science? like human mind? is it something related to religions? like human relations with The Creator? but one from many answers for the solutions (based on her own researches) is self-improvement she is pretty sure that is something wrong inside herself something to be fixed something that needs remedy but her body & mind are not so sure what is that (or what are those) her body & mind are still figuring out it's not finished yet it is still figuring how it needs to be stopped it is still progressing 'it' is this story, her story, my story ..
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vegetarians rock we don't derive satisfaction in skewered meat, spit kebab, meat buffet or a banquet we are told of how much we are lacking in nutrition and protein we don't mind to eat tempeh,tofu,lentils,eggs,diary or skewered vegetables we are vegetarians of family preference, religious reasons, animal rights or health issues researches found that your love takes twice more requires so much energy to digest more energy less fatigue and stress to live long without stroke, heart attack, high blood pressure or diseases of kind well I'm not cynical, eat small pieces just because we don't hear just because we don't see doesn't mean it's not there the pain these creatures we domain over feel heartless humans without hearts to feel maybe we open blind eyes maybe we turn deaf ears to them but I tell you it's there we hear and we see we are different from you we are different from the ways of the world we love it we are vegetarians and we rock!
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Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
vegetarians rock
**World is moving on , & Globe is vanishing on, World is developing on , & Globe and Glacier's is decreasing on, World researches and expriement & Globe eats carbon and carbon, Imagine what happen if we eat excess of carbon in human body, Then think what happens about Globe who eat carbon each nano seconds Imagine human body never tolerate excess of carbon , Then how Globe tolerate excess of carbon, It dies every nano seconds and generates "GLOBAL WARMING" & Gives dangerous threats and warning to the World. And we all are sufuring from Changing Environment Season's. Who will compromise from Ultra Carbon Technology, Carbon is eating Globe day by day & Earth is becoming hot like a Volcano's Lava.**
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Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 2:07 PM UTC
GLOBAL WARMING GREAT DANGER ON WORLD
I’d heard a story in that proverbial once upon a time (Though its origins are hazy, at best, to me now: Perhaps something my son heard at Sunday school, Or part of the never-ending nattering From the marketing guy at lunchtime, Maybe cackled by the crazy, toothless blind guy on the 16A bus) Concerning the programmers who’d worked on a project In the earliest days of nano-technology, Creating software for their relative monoliths, Australopitchecuses of artificial intelligence, Serving as prototypes for some envisioned universe Where tiny drones served the whims of some doctor or researcher Operating unseen and omnipotent behind some microscope or monitor. The trials went quite smoothly, almost flawlessly, The models impeccably doing what binary switches And if-then-else statements decreed, But the researches noticed that Just before they executed the final bit of code, The models would invariably exhibit A slight hesitation--almost imperceptible, infinitesimal even, But clearly occurring, nonetheless. They’d assumed, quite naturally, it was a mere matter of de-bugging, Some misplaced comma or parentheses among the thousands, But they reviewed the code any number of dozens of time, Only to find it was clean as a whistle. What’s more, they’d found that while the vacillation appeared At the same point in the process, It didn’t happen at exactly the same time; Indeed, they cropped up, relatively speaking, months, even years apart. One of the white coats jokingly referred to the pause As the machines “Peggy Lee moment” (You know, ‘Is that all there is?’) But no one else involved the project saw the humor. They’d decided to ignore or accept the quirk, though it was rumored That it drove a few of the programmers to near-madness, With one or two of their number bolting the project without notice, Entering monasteries with the intent Of shutting themselves off from the outside world For the rest of their days, and its existence was buried In reams of footnotes at the end of their final report (Though as I said, the tale’s source is unclear, And I am inclined to regard it as apocryphal.)
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Dec 22, 2016
Dec 22, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
but where would all the calculators go?
I’d heard a story in that proverbial once upon a time (Though its origins are hazy, at best, to me now: Perhaps something my son heard at Sunday school, Or part of the never-ending nattering From the marketing guy at lunchtime, Maybe cackled by the crazy, toothless blind guy on the 16A bus) Concerning the programmers who’d worked on a project In the earliest days of nano-technology, Creating software for their relative monoliths, Australopitchecuses of artificial intelligence, Serving as prototypes for some envisioned universe Where tiny drones served the whims of some doctor or researcher Operating unseen and omnipotent behind some microscope or monitor. The trials went quite smoothly, almost flawlessly, The models impeccably doing what binary switches And if-then-else statements decreed, But the researches noticed that Just before they executed the final bit of code, The models would invariably exhibit A slight hesitation--almost imperceptible, infinitesimal even, But clearly occurring, nonetheless. They’d assumed, quite naturally, it was a mere matter of de-bugging, Some misplaced comma or parentheses among the thousands, But they reviewed the code any number of dozens of time, Only to find it was clean as a whistle. What’s more, they’d found that while the vacillation appeared At the same point in the process, It didn’t happen at exactly the same time; Indeed, they cropped up, relatively speaking, months, even years apart. One of the white coats jokingly referred to the pause As the machines “Peggy Lee moment” (You know, ‘Is that all there is?’) But no one else involved the project saw the humor. They’d decided to ignore or accept the quirk, though it was rumored That it drove a few of the programmers to near-madness, With one or two of their number bolting the project without notice, Entering monasteries with the intent Of shutting themselves off from the outside world For the rest of their days, and its existence was buried In reams of footnotes at the end of their final report (Though as I said, the tale’s source is unclear, And I am inclined to regard it as apocryphal.)
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The faces at the table change it’s the flow and ebb of time we struggle to remember them and the days of Auld Lang Syne . The former faces shared our names We are their blood and line We gather now in different lands in a very different time. Grandfather James, renowned for brains, played music and sang songs Great Grandson James, the chemist, researches to right Cancer’s wrongs. There were Margarets and Catherines in that different age and time I struggle to remember them different people, different times Our Ed is a music teacher who can read and write a score Their Eddie died a pilot in that war to end all wars. My age lacks a Sophia and I count it quite a loss. She was a faithful bride of Christ and wore a simple cross. There was a Susan and an Agnes back in the former age Agnes nursed in wartime London as above the air war raged. The faces at the table change the ranks are thinned with time We struggle to remember them and the days of Auld Lang Syne
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Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 9:00 AM UTC
Faces and Names
The poor scientist reads and researches the world missing the best part
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Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 8:21 PM UTC
His Missing Imagination: Haiku
Date: 09/02/15 Poem Type: Forbidden Coming soon to society, Drastic punishments shall fall upon humanity Isn't destroying the ozone layer  a very dense decision? To be honest I think mankind have a hidden plan Is Area 51 the main earth base for experiments? Or maybe there is a top secret society wherein critical researches are conducted Terrible gases escape through small and large holes in the ozone layer, so therefore we shall slowly self destruct. This is what's told unto us This unknown doctrine Is it true? I don't have a clue, But maybe I will find out before the moon forever change to red, but that's if the moon ever turn into red. Kevarie O. Leslie
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Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
Change
When you're travelling... From the mansions of money, Farthest from stings In the sweet combs of honey; To the beauties of arts, Imagining immense; Through the magics of science, Researches commence; Till the darkness breaks free, As the light of reality; Seeing a world full of rough, The Earth seems round enough !
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May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 3:48 PM UTC
Geometrical Society
I guess it is really true walking in the dark with a friend is better then walking alone in the light they say:A real friend is one who walks in when the rest of the world walks out. Does this mean that for finding a real friend I need to make sure the world walks out on me? Does this mean that I should stop being a rainbow in peoples cloud? Cheer them up? be their door to knock on? Everyone can help someone - but someone cannot help everyone - Everyone is black?-Someone is white? Is this the origin of Racism? This means that life should not be taken that seriously? As I would not come out of it alive any whose? Does this mean that my fake plants died because I did not pretend to water them? Honestly If you have nothing nice to say to anybody - then come sit next to me! It is amazing to see that the world news that happens everyday always fits exactly the newspaper - We truly live in a true man show? Isn’t this and only this specific sentence proof for this? Shall we pray to god and ask him the answer - if he replies people think we are schizophrenic ? .. what to do what not to do - isn’t that what shakespeare meant? Money cannot by happiness ..? - but it sure can pay the salaries for the researches to unravel the problem. aint it? Why am I so obsessed with all the beautiful women? - Because the cure for an obsession is to get another one? -
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Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 9:51 AM UTC
Be the change in confusion
Reeducate yourself by using what you've learned to question what you've learned. Take the answers to those questions and question them again and again, until you find what you need. Sooner or later you will realize half of the things you've learned are a waste and most of what you really needed to learn was outside the classroom- Like events yet to unfold, geographical locations and places yet to be seen and explored, experiences yet to be had, books yet to be read, researches yet to be made, fences yet to be jumped, trenches yet to be dug and crawled through, seeds yet to be sown, rivers yet to swim and bridges yet to be built. Things like adventures yet to be taken, cliffs yet to be hanged from, oceans yet to be navigated, mountains yet to be climbed, shattered dreams yet to be chased, harvests yet to be gathered, tears yet to be shed, music yet to be listened to, sleepless nights yet to be spent, roads yet to be traveled, milages yet to be covered, mysteries yet to be figured out puzzles yet to be solved, risks yet to be taken, lies yet to be told and hearts yet to be broken. many disappointments yet to be experienced, chains yet to be unshackled and races yet to be run, pains yet to be felt, battles yet to be fought, and loses yet to be endured. IvanBrookspoetry 4.30.2019
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Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
A Poetry Of Reeducation