Play on words

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    Play on words

    Play on words:

    Soaring through the sky
    My mother sings me a lullaby
    She tried several times to say to me “bye-bye”
    However I just keep reappearing and saying “Hi!”
    “It’s pathetic isn’t it? Self-pity”
    I’m feeling so gloriously witty
    My first heartache experience was a girl oh so pretty!
    I looked her up online and nowadays she looks kind of shitty
    Sweet sixteen and prom night dance
    Give, if you will, the weak and the meek a fighting chance
    Lawyers and liars are like-minded minds
    To the travesties of the world I was for a long time blind
    Wisdom is always easier in sight-hind
    At the end a work day it’s best to unwind
    And to the tender at heart the real world can sometimes seem too cruel and unkind…

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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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