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I used to think wisdom could breed words profound. Now i believe my naivety was what fueled them from the start. Somewhere, some god is laughing in a wholly cosmic sense, and i don't know whether to laugh with him or weep.
Thanks, Leanne. 
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Contemplate this on the Tree of Woe.
by Poetic Insomniac on Oct. 27 2007