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Jul 2013
This world is huge.  It's small.  Its infinitesimal and vast.
How did we come by such a beauteous and frightful place?
Out in the cosmos, alone and crowded.
Living our lives in years that are only a blink in time.
What laws of nature bind us?  What freedoms do we possess?
Time rushes by only to stand still.
So many questions.  So many answers.
Which is right?  Which wrong?  Is it only a matter of perception?
Such is the human mind.  Always questioning, contradicting.
Seeking and avoiding.  Creating and destroying.
This is a repost because I have learned a great deal about punctuation and revamped it a bit.
Judy Ponceby
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Judy Ponceby  Ohio, USA
(Ohio, USA)   
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