Carrying this torch
Searching for a man of truth
Even as hope wanes
Dear Diogenes,
Were you here today you’d see
Nothing’s ever changed
Corruption prevails
For all the world to witness
Naked before us
Lantern
Carrying this torch
Searching for a man of truth
Even as hope wanes
Dear Diogenes,
Were you here today you’d see
Nothing’s ever changed
Corruption prevails
For all the world to witness
Naked before us
Doing the best I can with what I have
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By Ian Garrabrant
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
yup….straight down party lines…so very disappointing ……so many liars under one roof
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Mitch is so crooked, I’m surprised he’s able to stand upright.
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The world over I’d say. xxxxx
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I feel like a black cloud is hovering over my country, and I’m afraid we aren’t going to find our way out of it in my lifetime.
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We have an idiot in charge here too, so yep, know the feeling
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I know. We’re in the same boat.
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Yep.Just wish someone would tow it out to the deepest ocean going and torpedo it.
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I’ll rent a boat.
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But I am smiling at your first image. years back we went to this ‘nightclub’ a ruined village, in the hills in the wilds of Tilos, utterly amazing place, that shut when the last customer left…usually us at 6am …and that you went to on a ‘bus’ at least that was what it was said to be. Anyway the first night the hubby missed the step and went all his length getting down. As he was helped to his feet by two Greek waiters, I glanced round and here was this guy just like that picture, with a stick and all, clambering up these massive boulders to get up to main bit. I thought… ‘Wow . What is this place? I am defo following him… And left the hubby to it.’
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To answer the question about what the place was… well it was the kind of place, that when you walked to, empty and deserted, during the day for a nosy, you were appalled to think how you had led conga lines over 40 foot drops the night before…
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Crazy! It’s a miracle you all survived your youth. But what fun!!!
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You were a fun chick. 🤣
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Well actually darling… this was a silver wedding trip… and we went back to Tilos twice more after that xxxxxxxxxx
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You little minxes!
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We are nothing if not badly behaved x
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😊
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So very apt
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Unfortunately. Thanks.
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