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why set out ?
when you already know,

who told you ?
now you are so sure,

what shall become of us?
there is no one to care,

when will it happen?
is tomorrow to soon,

where will I be?
when this fatality,

befalls and then,
the end.

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Some of the Poetry of Etches Penmen and Thomas Poe. Good Mates.