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You said the man you talked with is blind
But he pointed out fingers to someone he's then unkind
You talked with a blind person
But he can give someone poison
You said he walks kind and tender
But cannot you accept as true he's a pretender
You give him eyeglasses and add him a walking stick
But worthy of someone who'd frequently kick
Someone who'd frequently kick your relative
Though positive we'd frequently make him contraceptive
He'd not be literate or limit him being un-educative
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A cloudy, gloomy, cool, rainy morning
Fresh, transparent, and sparkling,
Muddy dreams pouring and droplets springing
And all my things left in an open to get dry
Love, trust, life, joy and here is none to supply
I place not a blame
They art wet all the same
Found it interesting as a computer game
To see these teardrops of shame
Sorrow shared is half the sorrow
But I have the audacity to see tomorrow
Rain has seasons
And also reasons
To bind boundless
For with time it will be cloudless
To strengthen strongly
When the atmosphere is misty
And words exchanged wrongly
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In such a happiness
You resemble one in a stress
You have everyone to yourself now to say yes
You have in your accommodation the right foreign man
And you have his entire plan written
He?s at present recognized prosperous in all this clan
And you differ not effectively beaten
What is kept in that thunderous silence
That looks nevertheless a rainbow
You have a bias in speaking and letting us know
Or is it what they say in doubt you have the heat?s shyness
In such a happiness
Being given all the choices
When all said is as well an omen
And you think love is everything
You put shame on brains of the youth
To send your letter while open
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New clothes new habits
That leaves the receptacle no deficits
And they gone to school with guts
Ask them megabytes, gigabytes
Why drain sooner until the last mourner
Find them in junctions, saloons in any corner
New clothes new habits
Kind of magnetism visits
Downstairs as with the parachute
Have you anyone who would to persecute
Gone to school with guts to grasp, seize and hold
Why gentlemen will plead their hand for household
New clothes new habits
Why drain sooner until the last mourner
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Cherished by many desperate with no joy
Within the heartbeat of exclamatory rough homeboy
Finds peace too merry and blue sky solitary
Walking on all four and not seen as he tarry
Clothes wet with sweat and thwacked toes overlaid
Feels beaten, tired, sleepy, baked and guilty afraid
None by to elevate him hence
And missing a lot to commence
Only alive for a borrowed time
Regrets poverty a giant crime
Fights the inner frustrations she intends at ease
Marries a toothy refuge and breaks it to meeting this peace
At a waterless shore he withholds the power he sought
In friendless state, pale, unwise, and dug minds wrought
And no more feels seated on or carried like garbage and thrown away
Always find choice in what you love and not be met halfway
Trace brightly your footsteps if you can
But run away from them and accomplish a life span
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I have tried and I think I have tried
When you fail they are notified
When you shout they are silent
I will shout to that extent
You can live to tell
And forget to dwell
Among which is most significant
And mislead him who is so infant
I have tried and I think I have
Yet nothing farsighted I preserve
I am confused
Do not be amused
I have these three quick response letters
To my people, enemies and debtors
That each time I meet my people,
I am confused
Each time I meet my enemies
I am confused
And am going to meet my debtors
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In time, days, months to years
Is the failure of relationships
In January to July to December
And the shallow of rivers
In July, August to September
The destruction by earthquakes
In January, February to December
The reshuffle of accidents
In lakes, roads and in air
The manufacture of acids, guns, and robots
In laboratories, industries and employment areas
The color of rainbows
Blue, green, grey
The personality of people
Conceited, gloomy, temperamental
The training of soldiers, students, and also religions
In academy, schools and institutes
The birth of children
Over years and years all over the world
The truth of lies
In homes, schools up to work places
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A CHILD is born, a robber is born, a destroyer
Where shall we shelter him
What shall we put out of sight from him
What shall we instruct him
Man is what he chooses to be
A child should train good morals
Children will learn by mitigation
Use good words in their presence
Practice love
Let him watch and learn
A child born is trained good morals
And when he is a man he makes a choice
What he says he has heard it home
As you do for your ancestors
Your children will do for you
Give child wisdom
Use good words in their presence
Give them what they ought to have
Teach them love
Demonstrate to them love
Put into practice love
A child should train good morals
A child brought up where there is always dancing
Cannot fail to dance
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I hear voices now and again
Of losses of a beloved dear wife
So false and true to believe in vain
I remember her scent and our life
O how this sorrowful news sharpens
I refuse to be comforted
Because she's no more
I want no condolence
Do not even come this near to share my grief
She will never come again
I am afraid to know what happened to her
I do not want to see what caused her departure
I am bitten and those snakes have run away
leaving with me only an angry wound
I have a reason to cry
I refuse to be comforted
I am worthy to follow
I do not belong here anymore
there is where everyone belongs
this heart is scratched and smashed with thorns
and electrified and thrilled with nails
I feel tightened to the ground where I belong
Until the soil swallows this being
This is easy and hard to live by
To enter and to leave my life
I refuse to be comforted
I hope no more
I will not believe if not for death alone
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The Bride on the wait List
Break gentle heart break
That I cannot withstand anymore
Shaking as same as an earth quake
As slow as a snail wakes and calls them whore
Here-in shoulders hands like a perfectionist
To leave and watch her sob
Wanders as blind as a bat
Attending to nowhere step by step
Thinking they call her ****
Runs down step and stumble on an out sleep
Finds time to persevere like in the book of job
And meets her best groom
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