Wednesday, September 20, 2006

Varieties of common sense

You think you have everybody fooled.
Blind, never out of danger.
These tears shed of a vanity;
gone between the senses.
The white flag lowered:
I salute an ear full
of.
When balloons travel afar,
high above,
and flying pineapples have wings
that carry on.
The greater challenges of a world
that will not pass me.
As for intelligence can factor
through observation,
whether or not the truth,
truth or not.
The - the reveal.

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