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The Exit Poems [Iron and Fire & No Heroes]
The Exit Poems Iron and Fire Iron can be soften by fire- #789 [7/9/05] No Heroes I'm still living all the places I've been In-between- I have no heroes, just extravagate hope; I begin-. #790 [7/9/05] Socrates, a man of iron and fire I'd say, and a hero too many; even a hero to the great Plato, for it was him, who cleared his good name up. They killed him for his philosophy (as they had killed Galileo for his). But here was a man who was not afraid of battle, or war, and lived his philosophy. He slept in tents, and figured it was time to live, 'I'll write later,' or have someone write for me. Sometimes we cannot do both, and have to weigh the valor out. Thus, he achieved his noble glory; unfortunately I am not sure if I can say that for Plato or Aristotle, both of great minds, but we are, at the end, measured by our souls. Dennis Siluk see his website at: http://dennissiluk.tripod.com
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