Unity
A kind of deficiency in my kind to be kind,
cravenness has bred cruelty, contempt of self the moldings of a misanthrope
and brutal loathing, lonesomeness - the liquidation of every liberty with impunity.
For we slapped each other’s backs,
congratulatory because we were all born under the dogma but now are no longer slaves, emancipated, no longer on parole, but unified in our discontent for fugitive pleasures, the rights to be free we have so dreadfully fought for. So what can you promise me with any lasting substance or depth oh fleeting liberty? The finality of an act with no encore.
Gary Edward Geraci
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Waht can one with such a dodgy barnet promise you there in the USA? You know the one!
There you go! having me run for the dictionary again, Orchidee -with the word ‘barnet’. This one with the crazy hair has done quite a lot for advancing religious liberty in the USA, having just appointed another conservative to the Supreme Court, made progress with peace in the Middle East, has kept us out of new wars, made a friend in N. Korea, supported BLEXIT (uh oh - I don’t have a sense of whether that’s good or bad from where you stand - but I felt it in my heart to be a good thing - I just can’t stomach any more of this “globalization” that would have us all socialists ... ok I’m ‘waffling’ now 🤣🤣.
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