Ruby ... (August 2,1992)
Dear people who think they know everything
Tell me, people who think they know everything, what is life?
This ultimate miscullaneous catagory,
Where everything is so magnificantly unexpected,
Yet all so unbearably predictable.
Where diversity bursts from the seems of it's foundation,
And colors of vibrant luminosity shine in even the darkest corners.
You can't can you...?
It's okay, neither can I.
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