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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=583922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>With a mind like that the poet must be mad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=583922" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Many men...<br>(He lost his marbles) <br>Many women...<br>(Poetry did this to her) <br>We believe<br>What we want to believe<br>He is keen to see the things<br>We want to see that they're<br>Not where we see them<br>With the one working ear he<br>Listens with tear stained<br>Sympathy to the outraged<br>Complaints of the robbed robbers<br>With the other not there slashed<br>Ear he opts not to hear the soaring<br>Jazz score of the pious whose only<br>Sin is to escape the wrath of the<br>Beleaguered match fixers<br>He's a poet of you know<br>So in his distress he married himself<br>Off to another word smith his daughter<br>Bought him a sympathy card and wished<br>The soon to be born child God's mercy<br>Nobody wants to be brought up in<br>Such a passionate household for sure<br>He writes with a passionate intensity<br>With a half crazed mind like that <br>Your resident poet must be hovering<br>Somewhere on the peripheries of madness<br>We learn nothing from the past the past<br>Haunts us because we learn nothing from history<br>Wearily our uneventful lives follow where<br>Where we walk our sloth like walk</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ngaka+Motaung">Ngaka Motaung</a></strong></div>

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