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Dec 2016
each a sphere
theΒ Β solar system
the amplitude
all the way down to a molecule
inside what makes that
smaller things
I can imagine down to infinite
or as big as all of it
inside my neurons
made up of small orbiting things
still smaller things are caught
in elliptical or circular
formulae
and still I stand upright
postulating,
ain't that a miracle
I don't just spin right round.
Like a song by
Dead or Alive
wordvango
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wordvango
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