IT'S NOT 'HAVE YOU EVER'
More than that it's 'Why did you?'
The finger holds the pen, but the
table holds the paper - we write
in a shiftless hand the messages
only we wish to see.
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I'm in a pickle here : this little
town I live near, a quandary of
miles off, is being tortured. The
real estate members proudly
boast, 'I can sell this, and I can
sell that.' To watch their little
videos is a regular monster trip.
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On the one hand, they pose a
history-page for the stalwart
members' viewing - about
all that's now gone and how
wonderful it was. Yet, they
finger and try to sell any
quadrant they can find - to
build upon, or pave or
otherwise change hands.
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I don't get it; it's all for fortunes
they can boast about while they
destroy the place they live? Is
there no conscience that speaks
back to them? It's said money
is the root of all evil; well,
perhaps. But what's worse is
an empty soul, with no awareness
of what it's doing while serving
false Gods and dragging others
along. Strange ride indeed.
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