KNOWER
To know when to love,
to know when to hate,
to know when to allow
these dual human traits.
Love and hate, natural opposites,
one without the other cannot exist.
REALITY-AND-FILM-REEL-
DELUSIONS-FIND
My uncle was a private-dick,
even had his own gun.
He married a Cockney girl,
hair always in a bun.
They had a daughter, find,
who became a beatnik.
She was a pretty thing;
an extra in the flicks.
Nothing came of it,
as my uncle had detected.
He'd told her all along:
"You sure are disconnected."
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