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Jan 2016
It started with a passing thought,
and soon became a word,
and then a series of words
that led to action,
and then a series of actions,
that let to an event,
and then a series of events,
that led to a situation,
and then a series or situations,
that led to life,
and then a series of lives,
that led to history
and now it's too late.
Sorry.
That's just the way
it is.
Sometimes it feels like poetry, and some days it feels like an awkward ****** function.  I post them anyway!
Robert Carl Brusberg
Written by
Robert Carl Brusberg  Florida
(Florida)   
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