The majestic thoughts,
That cannot be bought,
Are the things you know?
Which cannot be taught.
In life’s hell,
Which rings a bell,
Unless you’re a grass,
Then you can tell.
And if your not,
Then your brain will rot,
Well that is life,
When you’re in a hot spot.
By Geebers
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