Eyedia

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    Eyedia

     An Idea.
         Real. It's here
    Fake. An Illusion. An Allusion.
      Yet from the same father they descend upon us.
    From the same mother they force us to Believe.
    From the same grandpa they teach us what's right, what's wrong.
    From the same grandma they make us unique.
             Ignorant. An Idea.
         Accepting. Weak. Tolerant. Peaceful. Proud.
    It's here, waiting.
        

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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