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His Ears To Find
Never writing for the unholy dollar,
but that kid in a hundred years
When the world has irrevocably changed,
and lies are all one hears
If he could happen to chance upon my words,
just once while searching blind
Then my humble verse would breathe new life
-within his ears to find
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
but that kid in a hundred years
When the world has irrevocably changed,
and lies are all one hears
If he could happen to chance upon my words,
just once while searching blind
Then my humble verse would breathe new life
-within his ears to find
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)
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His Ears To Find
His Ears To Find