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Vanishing Wisdom

Vanishing Wisdom For Rhonda Nelson and Dr. Leeland Green “Sophocles, Plato, Socrates... Burnt brightlier towards their setting-day, Gentlemen.” “Ancient To Ancients” by Thomas Hardy Time mourns its own passing For the seasoned artisan, Excellent at his skill, Whose calendar has been filled, And passed, and rapidly rushes To that last burst of creativity, After which others, Will have to fill the breach Left by their disappearance. And though passion may drive their zeal They have yet to master What only experience will bring to their craft. Now that you have got this far, leave a message and be a star! Thank you

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