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Jul 2017
Is there some meaning to this life?
What purpose lies behind the strife?
Whence do we come, where are we bound?
These cold questions echo and resound
through each day, each lonely night.
We long to find the splendid light
that will cast a revelatory beam
upon the meaning of the human dream.
Carel Prinsloo
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Carel Prinsloo  South Africa
(South Africa)   
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