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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Aristotle, who once said, “A flatterer is a friend, Who is your inferior, or pretends to be so.” Magician or not, the appraisal we try to defend, Veneer covered ready, prepare for the overthrow. And a splint named psychology supports nowt, Tender are the suspicions, a tourniquet gripped, That of emotion, a trend compared with doubt, And complacency set amongst the less equipped. Human form takes shape of Copernican theory, Between each other, is the central perspective Years ahead in terms of mind, yet still we query. Remaining wary, they’ve listened so corrective. A glimmer of paradise from that which destined More positive than rightful, for instance, must, Be seen as most probable, avoiding a rescind Of harmonies that quaver a motion. Well, just! And the motion we speak of, like a whisper, Eases the tension between people who feather, The hearing sensation shall understand crisper Torn between plusses and negatives; whether! The flatterer is found as the darkest seclusion, Reflection of them is the question of mystery A misty environment that forms that illusion Chronically synchronized a challenge to history, To beat out the drum of intention, as constant A theory relating to trust involving apple trees Has a Newtonian law which shall transplant, Gravity, attached friends upon a breeze. In feather-like spirit, the meadow may drift An illusion that folds from the first dew morn, With goose bumps that wrinkle a wary shift Trusts! Where the sugar sweet mentions are born. That’s what friends are Law, children at heart, Make-believe portfolios of whimsical worth, Fasten the button on jumpers, and bonnet apart When blue summer dye creates umber for earth. Perceived as a coward on grass that’s not green, Glass, not a ruby, when trust solves the riddle, To finish this mantra this causes serene, Convinced like a Titan’s romance of the fiddle. Oh! Zeus, need we flutter the discord to ride The twirls of Hyperion, who teaches the master, To dance like an ocean and swirl like the tide, As trust gains momentums avoid the disaster.
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