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There once was a time
in a world of whence I came,
It seems like centuries ago,
that I actually lived.
Its not what comes into the mouth
its what comes from it.
There is nothing important that can come from me,
at least that was the thought.
I am something of little significance
but it depends on what language your reading.
I can see you don't know this language
by your attitude towards me.
I am now extraordinarily in touch
not only with my inner core
but my friends......hush
doesn't take much to see I'm paranoid.
People think I'm beside my mind
as they said about Jesus.
Now that you ask me, I can't find it
ahh, wait, I follow a dream.
People will not understand you
they are the closest ones to you
Who is my family?
The ones who share my idea.
Michael Poston
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