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Apr 15
If I see it can, why?
For I can do, why can’t he?

Nor can I do, when can I?
Onto itself it’s doomed,
This, I cannot shoo!

I see that there is where
,

What can say what?
How can it be?
Or I am explicitly the.
?

Yet, The question answers none but asks all.
On and on, And still, I stand:
Until, If not I… who?
!
Written by
Daniel A Gabbard  21/M/U.S.
(21/M/U.S.)   
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