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And So Think I




I stare across the hillside with a loose-button stare
Wondering if polar winds would sweep us asunder
Why mad men wear peace-suits and a superficial glare?
Politically-stained lips, Americans' nightmare!!
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Do ghosts build ghost-ominiums in their ghost towns?
As reincarnations of the so-called ‘fittest'
Can we bottle the ocean's breath with its soothing sounds?
Until 1805, guards weren't needed on Presidential grounds
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There is nothing better than the pink time of day
Growing up should be a test of multiple choices
One nation under God being taken away
Where are the few good men that mean what they say?
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I stood upon the hillside with my lost-button stare
The cold winds of time came to sweep us asunder
Too soon, we blindly walk toward a rose-colored lair
Mad men in peace-suits; voters put them there !!

Pensez Et alors je

April 25th, 2015












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