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Toll

I was shorn away from a bitter heart and thoughts of her,
Placed in loci where I could prosper,
Now I proffer,
Golden Wisdom to those sick of copper,
Don’t applaud me,
I’m merely a vessel,
Through which life blood can flow,
Pumped from a cardiac which fears no attack,
A pure plasma,
Rife with the nutrients we all need to live lives so glorious,
Yet we are complacent with the odious,
Retain spite instead of trading for the melodious,
Peace bringing bells which toll for glory,
Glory, glory….
What a story this human species.

FKJR

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