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Seventeen Seventy-Seven: a Pondering of Sorts

This self evident truth that all men are created equal ? Never quite able as to escape these questions which arrive Time's comical in ludicrous exposes: today as yesterday imagining Her high courts turning unto a constitution defining something or another.... Ever evolving his living breathing documents cross fire spatial skies skeleton keys rogue Renegades watermark tinsel town, treason from their graves these founding fathers proclaim Antartic circles western worlds mediums her causeway's english channel I see dead people a baby's Sixth sense the headless horseman thirty shekels of silver his broken bell premonition sheol's starveling Shepherd spyglass mechants totem pole slave ship shackles spindrift spinsters who framed this, your amendments.

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Date: 6/22/2014 11:13:00 AM
Jeremy, this poem is very deep and thought provoking, I think I will have to read it several times to understand each thought. Well done.
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