Isms, Like In Pessimism
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Sandra Feldman
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As the quite moss does gather,
Round the lives that can't go farther,
Where all hopes have gone astray,
The black clouds of pessimism,
Inundate the quite prism,
Of a World that's made of 'isms',
And won't really ever change.
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