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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required cellophane world... procuring accouterment of this and that from hither and thither the consumeristic narcotic rages through our pulsing veins as we desperately try to pull on the ever-loosening reins growing up all those years ago was easier, I do confess with hardly a hint of all this materialistic excess for money was tight but the values and principles instilled in us were right values to cherish the human-ness of all the simple pleasures of this life beyond the haute-couture and glittering flim-flam for what is all this if not a carefully constructed sham so as I walk along the aisles today I cringe at the so much designed for the so few while the multitudes of the teeming people stand at the wayside disconsolately deafened by the tolling bells of the steeple and yet... there must be a better, less ostentatious way to live and love and cherish and embrace each other, distanced from the plastic fakery that we witness each and every day for the truth that rages deep within every heart yearns for a coming together of souls a bounteous celebration of togetherness, a simple bond of people sharing those intrinsic values of love compassion comfort these are the simple yet ever-so elusive desires buried within each and every heart of ours while we scurry around like giddy inebriated plunderers innured to the passing of the moments and months and weeks and hours so could it be too much to call for restraint to merely sit back for some time and quietly reflect on what is true and on what is the essence of being alive in this glittering mirage that is the place this world this fairground of tricks and of treats and of designer labels and the branded name-tag that mutilates our spirit while our shopping bags sag maybe we will then see that the truth is so much simpler to love and be loved for who one truly is for to be simply human is what we desperately miss...
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