and so we shall think on gratitude...
that elusive, small animal like emotion- how it is so regretfully prone to a hasty evaporation when gazed upon by the sullen mind.
somewhere, one person focuses intently upon the Sisyphean task of keeping their dignity from dripping away to inevitably mingle with human detritus, the scabs of failure, maledictions....
in the end, it will all quietly wash away in a cleverly constructed gutter..
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there is so much i like about america. its native peoples and their philosophy. the scenery. the gorgeous women who live in ceratin parts of california. coka cola. blues, jazz, r'n b. marvel and dc but the ONE thing we have over you guys is this. less, wealthy perhaps but also less poverty. how can a nation so rich not invest more in the poor?
outrageous.
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