To a terrible oversimplification and feigned gloryA Poem by BenTo a terrible oversimplification and feigned glory Whats the rush Why is your face red It isn’t a blush What laughter do you relish in Which laughter do you fear Buy them a beer Hear them out Humor me There’s a lot to sift, to wade through Sometimes gems and gold dust © 2018 Ben |
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Added on September 21, 2018 Last Updated on October 14, 2018 |

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