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The Oldest Trick

You cannot sell me half the air
Or deeds to the stars,
Or trade with a monk,
Or kill the dead
Or invent anything new,
Or believe a man with one eye,
Or bottle the sea,
Or scare a mountain,
All squares turn into circles,
All Stone into sand,
All dreams into mist,
All streams envy rivers,
1 x 1 must equal more than one…
We don’t need more words but less opinions,
Add enough points to a crown and its a saw,
And see-saws still work in space. 


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