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As it goes on..  we fight for freedom.. to express our will.. to exchange as our time gives life sends no bill.. of each unique wondrous life.. best of you.. your deal.. give in love.. best in peace blood left naught more to steal… let us share how we each care.. true walk evermore.. walk in brothers.. sisters.. where good love marks the door.. Peace Tony

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Past to maybe coming up how long will it go?  It is love to learn not perform or show, just to share

an ace or pair up on trips as luck knocks, about time my last rhyme dime and last pair of socks. 

Sun is dipping in the ocean once more round the bend. fun sipping drinks spreading lotion things to do again, note on note played perfect, walking maybe sung, climb to see a little better, just another rung.

Morning is a clean time, what of those in war, who or what ever told them it aint  like before?  Killing maim for some old dame or leader resident, call dictator king a wartime president.

Used to say, ‘I will not play’ have seen some battle ground.  Young men getting younger as they die fall with no sound, what gain in made hatred, how order ‘deploy’?  live for love of…

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About cryinforthedyin

I write philosophy and poetry. I postulate solutions for problems..I find similiar things in history to compare to present day, hoping to find a solution to the seemingly difficult task of giving and receiving love. I play music. Blues harp, piano, guitar, electric and acoustic. I sing..I love to sing..Peace Tony
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