THE TOWN OF HOBGOOD
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Dust
Under the Rug As I look through the fog, a dense mist, only catching glimpses of the truth. All my searching, just to fall short, frivolous existence, a misspent youth. Simple
answers to complex problems, that’s how it should be. Indeed why are there any problems at all, the answer must lie with me. For the Cosmos has no quandary, only men. Man’s
injustice to man, even nature, where will it end? When
man is no more there will be peace, and the earth will be clean. If
tribulations are still here, they certainly won’t be seen. Man
is just dust, swept by an unseen broom Ώur troubles will be over when we’re swept to the next room. Author Danny Ellis |
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