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Words Made To Go Astray

I knelt by a babbling brook one day
To list to the bubbles play.
To my surprise, you may surmise,
I thought I heard them say: "Where were you when we laid the sand,
A bed not made by hand?
And where were you when we spread the silt,
Soil quilt for all nutrients built? Were you not in the clay, O man,
Asleep through the timeless span,
Til carbon had spiraled enough to awake
And earth's cycled will forsake? We've been here many times, no end,
Borne by the sun and wind;
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Brian Jani 05 May 2014
Ronald I like this poem keep it up man! ! !
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