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    Illiterate Rants of a Poetic Mind
    Illiterate Rants of a Poetic Mind
    Illiterate Rants of a Poetic Mind
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    Illiterate Rants of a Poetic Mind

    By Kevin Wierl

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    What you are holding in your hands is true raw emotion. This was written on one thought alone. A man with his pen, and a pad of paper is the world's last true freedom. I believe that if you shed fears from societies grip, you can create true beauty. By beauty I mean real life experience. Everything love, hate, and all emotions. This is not ment for the weak at heart, or mind. It is ment for the lonely souls to know, they are not alone. It is a crazy man's legacy.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJan 22, 2020
    ISBN9781728342115
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      Illiterate Rants of a Poetic Mind - Kevin Wierl

      FORBIDDEN LAND

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      As the clouds in the sky, for the first time reach my eye. It’s enough to make, one’s soul cry. I climb up this tree, that is surrounding me, this beautiful tree. I have found a, forbidden land. I will show you, just take my hand. Fornication without end, in this, forbidden land. Orgasims ever flowing in this, forbidden land, just take my hand. You are where I once was, fearing just because, locked up in your own cell, and it’s a, living hell. A lost souls, in need of a cap. I have found a, forbidden land, I will show you, just take my hand. Fornication without end, in this, forbidden land. Orgasims ever flowing in this, Forbiden land, just take my hand. As the clouds in the sky, for the first time reach my eye. I have found a, forbidden land, just take my hand, forbidden land.

      MR. KOOL CAT

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      Hey there Mr. Kool Cat, I hear you’re looking for a new hat. To wash your troubles down, wipe from your face that frown. I bet it’s harder then you thought now, you tried to change, but you don’t know how. I hear you’re running from the city, looking for that place we all fancy. Why don’t you search on through your head, for if you don’t we wind up dead. Yeah! Hey there Mr. Kool Cat, I hear your looking for a new hat. To wash your troubles down, wipe from your face that frown.

      NOT FOR SALE

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      You keep trying to buy me, own your piece of my body. I know the game your playing, I know your favorite key. Just keep your eyes open, don’t forget to look with in. Treating homosapiens,

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