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    He stands and spews the ideals of the gods who were before him, never thinking of the innocents lost at the war between change and selfishness. Random bits of emotion piercing the ever evolving tissue of humanity.In the beginning there was one and it was all there was, tumbling and spinning, shifting and turning. It was all.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

    martyg’s Poems (7)

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