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Folly-ism

Worlds great monuments as they stand, every civilization builds its own. Pyramids and towers are built so grand, from the Wall to the Colosseum of Rome. What drives a mans great desire, from glass, to steel, to brick. To build a building, higher and higher the race seems to get ever more quick. Unsatisfied and alone, a want to spend and splurge, one thinks of madness, he searches to atone. Cemented ivy, useless solvency, time passes with recumbency .

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  1. Date: 10/6/2011 8:49:00 AM

    Great talent shown in your verse my friend. Takes the mind into a mesmerizing past!