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This is not like it, the visions
This is not like it, the visions of a gradeschooler who too willingly would have traded for a twitching butterfly his balding, if not for the tonic, schoolmaster:
Posted in collection: looking back into ten years, poetry
Tagged Apocalypse, beatles, besieged, butterfly, Che Guevara, computers, consumerism, desolation, dystopia, Focus Philippines Magazine, Four Horsemen, ghosts, gradeschooler, growing up, innocence, poetry, proselytizers, revolutions, schoolmaster, Sulu, visions
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