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Mystic and Van
They are no longer the pull New you and song That remind me of those Long ago mentors professing Simple man like Skynyrd You there with Blue grassier Tones of truth, more humble, unperfected But also not refuting Complexities that have US right here View points point more like color shades Less like flags we wave Wood working, knots of gratitude Brothers with different mothers And this repeated mantra Of being Lucky. We will dance to Van Sing along on the drive Knowing attitude change When we arrive (When we begin)
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Repost: Science and Art
Science and Art Posted on November 9, 2012 by reginaholt String theory and string cheese incidents bring about the bosom of the boson that is ferm as an ion in the midst of heat, rain or shine. Open or closed, open or closed. Which do we want? Can’t we just have both? Symmetry and order but a chaos that brings on the most brilliant of artistic creations that make up nature. Will it stay hidden in a black hole for another hundred years Or reveal itself out in the open? The fate of the universe or silly marketing? String.
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Poems gotta come out
Is it yours Songs in a dream How many are we To recognize As new As our own As something to get down On one knee And tell him of these If there are many Which ones to pick The heart goes boom Is it yours Is it song Does it go the long Way to spark The catalyst heart
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