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May 17
When everything is in order, set
And stones are smooth as rivers run
It is then, and in, I expect will forget
The endless coming of undone

But no
Not yet
For a hundred years more
I will remember, learn, to just let the coming of set

No order will ever
Take heart. Good or bad. It will pass.
Written by
     Tatiana and G Alan Johnson
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