As toad goes,

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Kicked out
Out the window?
To follow, one delusional history, truth or lie? Always passed on by….
To wander throughout a day, when death can shut everything down… As it has done on, November Eleventh, Two Thousand Seventeen…
One would think, that we should rejoice, in those which have given most of us, the chance to live our lifestyles so freely each day…
As i wander, the streets of the midnight city, watching those without remorse or pity! Waltzingly dancing, creatively driven….
Unable to be, silently hidden…
An old-man, always someone prey… It’s just material,
acquisition, nothing really, just toys of today…
Society within those of humanity, wish to destroy, the knowledge of an old-mans creative mind…
They do this, i would believe in fear!
i say what is to fear, from one single old-man trapped on the streets of the midnight city…
toad (chris jensen) thisoldtoad