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The World


In this world,

clams make pearls,

it's a pain,

for human gain,

its painful enough

to make one without bluff.

but no no,

we have to see purity,

maturity full round flawless ones,

brown, mishaped aint the shape

and pain is already the gain,

all white,

seem to be the only ones that is alright,

but human materialism, keeps us blind from seeing,

that its all brown,

from a grain of sand,

comes that big beautiful lushes pearl in your hand,

Natures course, will take its way,

Humans always trying to pave the way,

 

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