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Sep 2014
What is time but a grand illusion.
An ordered chaos a planned confusion.
Philosophers ponder it an enlightening wonder.
But right after the lightening always comes thunders.
Answering what begs the question of why.
The fool looks to his feet the wise look to the sky.
The fool sees with his eyes the wise sees with his mind.
The fool waddles the bank the wise paddle the rivers of time
Written by
Lusayo Henderson Mariko  Blantyre Malawi
(Blantyre Malawi)   
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