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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(2/7/97 FRIDAY)
WRITTEN SAME

Will it be that all things start anew
with a precious thing as love. Will
it be that a precious kiss will dissolve
the absence of hope. Are we all float-
ing in some unknown air waiting until
the gates appear only to find that love
has gone and in its place a shady tree
stands quietly in the summer. A boy
such as I, plays in this tree swinging
for joy...............................