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		<title>If He Lives / Inner Wars</title>
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		<title>On The Ground</title>
		<description>"On The Ground"



One day,
My mother did say,
You need to learn to climb the ladder,
Step by step,
Instead of skipping all of them,
And going strait to the top,
In some way,
I said I don't understand,
What it is you're saying,
She replied,
You always want to go strait to the top,
She speaks as she snaps her ...</description>
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		<title>Religion And Politics</title>
		<description>Religion and politics,
What a trick,
How we fall for its ploy,
As now we are the toy,
Blame it on him,
You see,
What does it have to do with me?
I behave,
At least that's what I say,
Yet I disturb for a reason
I can't tell,
As well all turns out well,
In the dualism spell,
I rhetoric myself to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ryanoreilly.net/wordpress/?p=172</link>
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		<title>Philosophy</title>
		<description>"Philosophy"



Philosophy,
What a mind job thing,
To calculate,
Each step I take,
For the fear I may brake,
The progressive move,
Into the good,
And the continuously new,
Yet as I wonder,
In my ponder,
That which I find new,
Is of old,
And only comes,
From what I've,
Already been told,
As I delve into my remembrance,
And can't stop doing this,
I come to find,
And ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ryanoreilly.net/wordpress/?p=171</link>
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		<title>One Of A Story To Tell</title>
		<description>"One OF A Story To Tell"



For I have one of a story to tell,
We come from the water,
Wow...Sounds to me to be very profound,
We're all linked in this wonderful array,
None more the wiser to his or her day,
But time fly's so it seems but really it's only a dream,
For to ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ryanoreilly.net/wordpress/?p=170</link>
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		<title>The Guitar</title>
		<description>"The Guitar"



The guitar,
Or the playing of the strings,
Is in its self a monster,
To me,
You see,
I know this thing,
For my guitar,
Has been broke for months,
Yet it begged for me,
I'd be about my day,
And it wanted to play,
I'd be doing some work,
And it began its flirt,
Where ever I have been,
Soon the guitar,
Would ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ryanoreilly.net/wordpress/?p=169</link>
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		<title>Nature</title>
		<description>Nature has been requested,
The beauty of the living,
The quantity of diverse kinds of tree's,
The stinging bee's,
That generate the timeless honeys we eat,
The wolfs that balance themselves,
By howling at the pulling bloomed moon,
The spiders that protect,
By eating the insects,
We want away from our homes,
Oh but beware,
For they can also sneak their ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ryanoreilly.net/wordpress/?p=168</link>
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		<title>NO NAME</title>
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I got a little bit of hair on my chest,
I'm thirty years old,
It's about time I guess,
My eyes they are blue,
Just like the sea,
Oh my lord,
Isn't that deep,
I'm blonde,
I'm shy,
Nope that's a lie,
I'm not ashamed to say I cry,
I flirt with you,
You flirt right back,
But I tell ya,
I don't want ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ryanoreilly.net/wordpress/?p=167</link>
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		<title>VANITY</title>
		<description>Vanity,
That's right,
I can't hide from it,
Honesty I seek truth,
But know it not,
For it always changes on me,
But this I do know,
That when it is time to go,
It will be all-insignificant,
Whether I'm below,
Or whether I'm above,
If I was hated,
Or loved,
How does one find his part?
Where is the actor in the play?
Like ...</description>
		<link>http://www.ryanoreilly.net/wordpress/?p=166</link>
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		<title>WAKING UP ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE BED</title>
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Waking up on the right side of the bed,
It was nothing I said,
It's just all in my head,
A dream I may have had,
That makes me the un-sad
But I wake right on up,
And fill my cup,
Drink down the morning coffee,
My soul isn't lofty,
And full of energy,
Didn't come from the coffeeYet a ...</description>
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