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A POEM
Where our
treasure
is,
there our heart will be also.
Leeching after
fame
and the empty promise
of fueling our
engine
Which has always
(and only) run on
wisdom
that seeketh not itself –
But a Presence in which our
heroes
look like boys
who would do well to
time journey
back some years,
And see how true
sacrifice
, can heal an equally true
vice
Before deciding to live like