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Keith Narne Poem
Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands
Stand strong with mother-nature's deep roots
Big Ben wakes ye typhoon then started to dance
Awaits for the sunlight to bear fruits
Tick-tack thy sound of the double-edged hands
The rain will come to wash the blood
Big Ben alarm the dead men from the graveyards
To a new seed of gain en love
Tick-tack thy sound of the branches
Checkmate—and time at rest
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Genesis Broad-Spectrum
An ethical grey scenery alert
was roused lenses shuttered,
in hues of Red, White and Blue.
Theorem of imagery collision,
flashed old fashioned—PolaROId,
ammunition developed HumanØ1ds.
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A tidal wave of civil liberty—a Great Revolt
A deep kinship of prominent peak
Afresh breathe of repose and bold
Inhaling optimistic
Exert men wrapped with invisible chain
Time awakened mankind by chance
Oh trapped on this alien land
A mind playing game
Fire the dough for the living dead
The heart desire still unknown
A cycled of rotten bread
Inverting the throne
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HemptiQue
freshly brewed ganja tea,
an environ smoke free.
gettin' healTHy dose mediCally.
time CheCk 4:20
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