Poem -

WE SEE, WE KNOW

Some can't stop lying...

Some can't tell the truth...

Some are wise...

Some not so much...

Some see because, they want to...

Some because, they have to...

Some choose not to see it at all...

Some seek, some find, some bury, some hide...

We all do something...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

I thought we were living in one...

I guess not yet...

 

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Nine Eleven

It's time to sacrifice more innocent souls, they are the best kind.

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sparrowsong

Sure if you like ugly, nasty, stink...

Not my thing that's for sure...

Cannibalism is your diet?

You might have to fight the birds for it?

Have fun...

Thank you for your comment and support...

sparrowsong

 

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Bernie Martin

You're right. We all do something so we are all one of the "somes" that begin your lines, maybe even more than one. And I don't really feel the need yet to add any more "some" to those you already have - not yet anyway. Who can say about tomorrow? You always make me think and I thank you for that. 

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sparrowsong

Hello Bernie...

Thank you...

Still waiting for some adults to act with some sort of dignity at least...

Tomorrow?

We can always hope...

But, I doubt it is probably more accurate...

sparrowsong

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