Thursday, October 5, 2017

d

by wiggly jones, "the little hippie boy"

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d was determined
to do right
he worked by day
and studied by night

he scorned tradition
and all pieties
and drew up plans
for new societies

the path of the world
is never straight
twisted by power
forsaken by fate

no one knows
that d exists
he is out there somewhere
in the mist


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