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Confusion

It was a quiet noise I heard In the light darkness... A single cry Was heard somewhere By nobody... The dead woke the living Hand to feet They shouted silently The blind deaf man Told the lame dumb woman That he was a witness To the tale below above... Nonsense it may seem Sense it is pregnant with... Such is our situation In this confused world... Help from whence cometh We knoweth not. Pray, pray, pray... Answers it yieldeth not... Curses abound Supplications reduced Progress we seek Retrogression we get... Which way forward? I ask...

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Date: 10/11/2013 11:59:00 PM
Yes God's help cometh indeed, at times belated. What a nice poem! Thumbs up.
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