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by Edgar Pineda   Jun 14, 2004




This world is like a needle in a river.

Found by the most undeserving creature of all.

The human.
Some might say it found us, and I would agree

"We made it what it is," Some might say.

But I would expressly denounce them;

You made it what it isn't!

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