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Aug 2012
For humans who, from the beginning
Were first originated,
Degenerate into sand,

It is known not,
Of their creator’s whereabouts,
And knowing is further refrained,

Though it is not entirely known,
That he exists,
Though few find him,

Worth sparing,
A secondary glance.
Glenn McCrary
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