January 11, 2017 ~ Iambic Hexameter: 12 syllables, 6 feet per line
Prolific and fertile is this grand Earth, our nest, and out in space, our Galaxies soundly attest perhaps life just like ours has somehow coalesced beyond our ordinary scopes of interest- or maybe life exists that meets our common test. Mysterious are circumstances only guessed. What lies in those dark depths of seas where secrets rest? These gnawing, stimulating thoughts will do their best to hold attention to our 'unknowns' treasure chest assuring long-term puzzles are pursued with zest. When solved, assessed assured, we will have reached a crest and we'll rejoice in knowing we have met our quest.
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