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From tes.ag.ru
some love their own voice
having ears for no other
effectively deaf
to a world full of song
all the music of wisdom
these the deliberately
ignorant happily dwell
in oblivion’s tomb in its
dull airless chambers
imagining knowledge
disposed to self-satisfied
fictions a narcissist menu
of baseless convictions
that deepen with age
till they smother and die
all alone in their echo
Writer Lynne Sargent
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