By Charles Robert Lindholm
‘tis sad that minds are closed so tight
like iron gates in prison walls
locked within their inner cell
with covered ears
and hidden fears
in the dungeon of their soul
safe from light and wisdom
and the sound of freedom’s calls
content to believe
they know
“The Truth”
the world IS
really flat
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