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    Wasted by the way side deserted at its plains lost without reason again and again . Guided by the light of the moon despite my lack of slumber disregared like yesterdays trash and yet I still lost in the know. wasted by the wayside is there any hope . I know I'll find my way if I just hold on

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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)

    LBennett1poet’s Poems (6)

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