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One second of Joy is another second of sorrow
One minute of triumph is another minute of defeat
It seems that all I see now is a blur
I cannot speak anymore without a slur
I hear many voices from all different directions
Spoken and unspoken words were all objections
Disgust and horrified with all this irrelevance
Can we all agree to ignore our arrogance
Copyright © Vern Marcelino | Year Posted 2021
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