Clyde King
San Antonio, Texas
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What a farce this life is!
The happenstance of our birth,
the random, accidental chain
of events that produced us...
I mean, how'd we get here?

I had my DNA researched
back to the first cause of it all.
Come to find out that there
had to be over eight million
couplings just to make me.
They traced my roots all the way down
to Adam and Eve.

I'm descended from the first
human pair so that means
that everyone comes from
the same mom and dad.
That blows my mind!

A perfect definition of
order in chaos. We are
all cousins, over eight million
removed. All of us are
related and all of us
are created.
Who started this taco stand?
I think you know.
Sunday, March 28, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: human being,relationships,god,creation
Robert Murray Smith 29 March 2021
You have finally caught up with me.
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