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Replicas of calibrated handshakes, captured screen-shot search engine eyes, silent in the deep darlings of purple prose, canons of instant articles of diction: Taoists aren’t too quick to judge; Machiavellians have mothers, too. But, stirring anger to prance in the unknown is not in our nature to prevail. So Be without expecting expectation, try while not trying, and take nothing to keep no more than now. A minute steak for breakfast everyday, cut and pastes a concise future in a poem from, predicted, or taken from an abandoned URL.

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Date: 3/6/2018 12:52:00 AM
Wonderful ... Coming across lord Buddha and the laughing child within me ...
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Date: 8/9/2017 1:34:00 PM
Space Cadet I like the third and fourth verse of your poem. Have anice day my friend.
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Date: 8/5/2017 3:33:00 AM
I love this, Wesley! Wonderfully written, my friend
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Date: 7/28/2017 7:17:00 AM
This is awesome. You have quite a way with words Sir Poet. xomo
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Date: 7/28/2017 6:17:00 AM
Oh, Wes, I now see that in the third line from below it says "in a poem from". I think you can leave out "from", because it returns in the last line.
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