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Peering to the bottom of what is behind reallity


The sixties of free love where sex, drugs, and music made the people quiver

LSD, marijuana, booze, sounds of bands in the ears

 

Sitting stern faced in a church of so many denominations

Proper.  Proud. Sinners.

Listening attently to those in charge.

 

Lab coat of science

So much to the nuts and bolts making up a world of life

Exact; precise; practicing hypothesis

 

So much so obvious

while look now...

look at what's inside my mind...

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Reality

Really though? How can one accept as what could be only to 'see' it as real.

For example:

a. aaaah yes... her body forever a part of me nothing aside from God's Hand could ever severe.

b. because the cause was at the Beginning of which there will never be an, End.

c see now the plunge.<>

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two birds, one black one white; changing hue

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string used for such to climb or bind without the one dangling in front of me

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feeling the face

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Now indeed, she really is

a queen.

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