Thoughts go flying far asunder---
Some adverse as war's own plunder.
Few agree and none affirm;
Yet, they season grown to term.
Animosity is born
Nurtured from a plea, forlorn.
Some accept its bitter taste,
Though authentic, still's a waste.
Minds attracted to such pacts
May adhere to misused facts.
What's authentic, plain, or real
Breathes astonishing appeal!
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Submission Name: Jumbled Thoughts
