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Rare Beings
Closed minds are doors locked to all,
they are closed to treasures unseen, riches forgotten.
They are what the wind gave no token, no pleasure.
They feel not what is not theirs at the start.
The closed mind angered by what is not his own,
the thinker is his enemy, and he targets the thinker.
The forgotten word, "why," to never be asked again.
This is what closed minds seek.
Readers becoming few, closed minds winning now.
Books seen but rarely, moving pictures winning.
The closed minded world. So closed minded.
A bell to a bat, is a book to the new world.
Step forword, teach the uneducated.
This is the task if the educated minority.
Rare is the reader, rare is common sense.
Question yourself and you are a rare being.
they are closed to treasures unseen, riches forgotten.
They are what the wind gave no token, no pleasure.
They feel not what is not theirs at the start.
The closed mind angered by what is not his own,
the thinker is his enemy, and he targets the thinker.
The forgotten word, "why," to never be asked again.
This is what closed minds seek.
Readers becoming few, closed minds winning now.
Books seen but rarely, moving pictures winning.
The closed minded world. So closed minded.
A bell to a bat, is a book to the new world.
Step forword, teach the uneducated.
This is the task if the educated minority.
Rare is the reader, rare is common sense.
Question yourself and you are a rare being.
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