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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

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Segment (A)

There is a segment of man
That can never be free.
And it clings like a shadow,
It’s name, ... Vanity.
 
For all that man covets
Aspires to desend
And our forever quest
Is grasping the wind.

(1984)

Idea from the Old Testament.

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