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Vision and Words
A man I met
who likes the odd drink
Told me to believe only half of what I see and
nothing of what I read
I try not to be the average blue collar and take
ink as the messiah, vision as concrete
I still read, look with intense eyes
I wish I had wings and the power to be wherever I
want when I want; like a ghost who can see everything as it happens
Then maybe I could believe
poem
by
Anthony Dawson
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