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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 26, 2015, in Not A Poem At All and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.

  1. But many people couldn’t care less. I’m not one of them though and would love to see this abolished.

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  2. Yeah, ditto that. 😦

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  3. Corporations have no heart. Does that make them A.I. who have turned on their masters? I think they are confused & need lessons in discipline. Send them 50 Shades of Green being smoked. In other words, Up Their’s, what I don’t know. Do they even have an up? jk 😉

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