A hole dug here, a hole dug there
Sealing up our lies that lie everywhere
We ,ust be crazy for our arbitrary digging
Done long after our fine polishing
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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