Ignorance Is The Final Test
J
James McLain
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What use have I,
Some dull, bright mind's.
Kept hidden, locked away?
My fear of them and it will come,
When I will one day stand before.
My twisted tounge can't say.
Born, none start the race the same.
And it's why the star's so far apart,
All born, can't brightly shine.
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