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The philosophy of philosophy is a philosophic probe not well lubed and often painful as the followers grow old crumbled bits of papered truth lost within their souls begging for a second chance to somehow be made whole. A truth that was a truth but isn’t anymore how did it go from iron clad to whispered doubts galore how did a bottled letter ever reach its barren shore to tell each foaming grain of sand it’s philosophical no more John G. Lawless ©10/27/2021

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Date: 10/30/2021 7:14:00 PM
Daringly deep and penetratingly profound, Sir Poet. ~ Philo
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Date: 10/28/2021 10:52:00 AM
Oh, delicious soup.
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Date: 10/28/2021 9:42:00 AM
Wow! Very poignant indeed! I love the end of the last stanza "how did a bottled letter ever reach its barren shore etc..... Philosophy is not always timeless, is it? Blessings, Paulette
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