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A newborn baby cries, As an old man dies, Will they ever meet? Not walking down a street, (Yet perhaps they still did cross eachother's path,) As the child raced through the heavens to his life, And the man raced on to again be with his wife, Perhaps the man did wish the child 'Good Luck', As the anxious child uttered back 'Good Job', Yet maybe not, perhaps they never met at all, The old man went only to a grave, And the child came straight from the womb, Yet it's something to wonder about!

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