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The Gods decided to amuse themselves,
And taking advantage of mankind's plight,
Their laughter broke glasses and shook the shelves
Until Beauty was lost into the night.
It's our nature to reach high and higher,
Break away from the bonds of life and Earth,
To soar until Heaven's nigh and nigher,
'Til they decide to reach out in their mirth,
Chuckling as they slap down our creations,
They send forth pestilence, war, flood and drought,
Laughing at our puny machinations,
So that in the end it all comes to nought,
But there's no end because we build again,
Reaching for the sky just because we're men.
Karl Stuart Kline
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Tuesday, February 12, 2008 |
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