Grain Of Salt
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Laurence Overmire
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There's always some fool eager to criticize
Full of the majesty of his own inflated ego
New clothes invisibly draped ‘round the convolutions of
His brain
A diatribe, aimed at windmills, to lull the mindless to
Meek sleep
But it takes a wise man to see
The jester peeping from his own mad skull
The table always turned
Upside down
Wine flowing from the goblet to the jug.
~ Laurence Overmire
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