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| Geeeeeze...all they serve are bananas?
ThE saD FATe OF monKeys
Brains cells are taxed by journeys of metaphysics
Lost they are in the seven senses of existence
Two lesser or greater defined and buried in the maze of intuition
You feel them and know these invisible elements will create…
An unknown paradox to live
So you ask yourself then embark to travels untold
Why do I touch a weeping wind?
Why do I see the dark not there?
Why do I smell a bitter rose?
Why do I hear the sounds of broken lives?
Why do I taste sharp whispers of wars?
Why do I eat bananas when I travel with Monkeys???
T A McNeil 2010-10-07
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