How fickle are the minds of men,
Attention changing on a whim,
Forever searching for the end.
They try so hard to learn the rules
And to make some of their own.
They plead and whine and agitate
And keep asking if they’ve won,
While all the while we all keep racing
So damned fast around the cursed sun.
Feel free to express your own WRONG opinion .
How fickle are the minds of men?
very fickle...
in the middle of Ezra Pound,
I oh so suddenly found
a sudden urge
to dump that dirge,
and drool at young ladies around.
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Nice come back Althea!
Les
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