Finding out that their is a clone of
Albert Einstein locked away
thinking his whole world in a sterile jar.
That their are no aliens..) it(s..we
who are them..
Finding out) it(s..not about the money...) it(s..having
..U.S...think that) it(..is...after all..) it(s..not about control......
....nor a presumption for the lack thereof...) it(s..confidence..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is something to think about.Their is always someone that looks like someone.I think there is a large variety of control.I tell you not all of it is good.Take care.