#114

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    #114
    Fine tools I build for my use
    Bridges and castles I design
    Instruments for my ears
    Temples for my fears
    Missles to destuct
    Engines to construct
    Books and libraries to stay sane
    Tamples to pray
    I ralize all of that
    While I admire my palm

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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