#29 – fly through the air


Let our minds mingle
In a wrestling match
And our ideologies have it out
In mortal combat
Let’s both have
Equal standing
Without regard for our age
Sex or our race
Let’s make a pressure pot
Filled with the best
And toughest of ideas.
When it begins to bubble
Tip the lid and let it blow
So that perhaps
Our thoughts would travel
And fly through the air

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