The naughtiness, of the voices.
Destined, not to hear, nor see.
Unknown, the different worlds,
Their world, our world, my world.
Worlds filled, with a cornucopia
Of ideas, dovetailing, towards
The thin thread.
That binds man into a common bond,
Of trust, tolerance, and compassion.
The haughtiness of the voices.
They destined, not to hear, nor see
Copyrighted (c) 1996, Paul S Hickman, All Rights Reserved
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