like it or not, the problem with this beautiful Zambia isn't anything rather than greed. Every single Zambian who gets an opportunity to make sense, will rather only want to quickly enrich himself/ themselves at d detriment of others. And yet, nothing, I mean, NOTHING! will happen. This, my brother is the problem.
Patriotism comes when there is progress. Nobody want to tap his chest and say that mad man scavenging from that Waste bin is my son, brother, father, etc.
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Scavengers may have our bodies...but, when in Christ, souls remain Off Limits!
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Love should be so sweet it makes a cavity.
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"A writer uses paper to write on. Words are their paint and brings their poems to life.
A painter uses caverns. Paint brings their painting to life."
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Continue to cavalcade, stallions: there'll be no limitation to your aspirations! Champions deserve victory for their endurance and dedication.
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Happiness is always there, you can always find it in the cracks of that hollow cave of darkness.
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I am all for cremation. Love it (the idea of it all)...cremation it is! ashes released to a breeze (not interred into some cavity of a wall, like a nagging, painful, loose filling); ashes released into a breeze, balmy, or freezing full of life, that carries it into the nostrils and bodies of the gorgeously unsuspecting, eventually infecting their minds in ways they are totally unaware of, yet magic still remains.
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I too have come to the cave;
within: strange, half-glimpsed forms
and ghostly paradigms of things.
Here, nothing warms
this lightening moment of the dawn,
pale tendrils spreading east.
And I, of all who followed Him,
by far the least . . .
The women take no note of me;
I do not recognize
the men in white, the gardener,
these unfamiliar skies . . .
('The Gardener’s Roses' ?by Michael R. Burch)
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Don't Forget Your Pass Your Past Made You Who You Are Simply Move-on From It Because You Wont be able to See The Light Until You Step Out Of Your Cave
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If some people cannot see or evaluate, well enough or at all, strange, unusual, imminent, even ordinary happenings around them in daylight, they are like bats coming out of their caves when it is about to get dark
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O conceito impresso na palavra moralidade é sempre mais elevado do que a lei e os direitos à vida própria, a vida dos semelhantes e ao trabalho.
Nunca se pode – no mínimo se deve – esquecer isso nunca.
Os mesmos velhos sentimentos de homem das cavernas - ganância, sonhos de poder, inveja, violência e ódio mútuo, que assumiram pseudônimos respeitáveis como tudo para salvar vidas, luta racial, luta de massas, luta sindical – vão continuar a despedaçar o mundo da Pós-Pandemia.
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Our greatest story lies in the hearts of our children, one day to be written on the wall of the cave in which all men dwell
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we are the cavemen of the future
black wires insulated with white snow
frosted layers
a cake of briefest memories
lost in an ocean of trivia, one snowflake touches another
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Going to leave Plato's cave by climbing Jacob's ladder
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the bitter people will pile on in numbers when you're down, they're unskilled, their vultures, your fail is their victory feast, they dont pull themselves up, they'll wait until you're down, then they will milk it, try to surround yourself with 2 or 3 who will pull you up, if all around you are bitter you will never get up, it's better to walk alone than crawl as the ego feed of the scavenger, their victory is your fail, they have no other means of victory and will always seek to pull you down
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Being mature is not based on age. what comes out of your oral cavity speaks of the maturity in you.
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This is Africa, a post independent Continent. A continent that is liberated. However, the people are yet to be liberated...let us join hands to disentangle ourselves from the siege bestowed to us poor Africans by a few post-colonial scavengers called Afro-pessimists
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Muitas oportunidades perdidas. Todas as partes estavam presentes desde quando se desejou criar, mas as pessoas deixaram de ver e quando viram ficava o fato: sabia como reunir e ligar tudo? Por isso eu penso que a arte de ligar pontos se torna mais essencial do que qualquer outra arte ou habilidade.
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'There's snow in the Tropics, and there's a sun in my cave"
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You are so sweet, I get cavities just from saying your name
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if this reality is nothing more than the thoughts we manifest than it is the thought of you I hold in the cavity of my chest
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