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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(2/10/97 MONDAY)
WRITTEN SAME


Are we wandering aimlessly into the
future. Are we living in the sun that
is warm on a cold day, is it all a
matter of time that condemns me
so as not to ever let go. Do we
all wonder upon such a path as this
or are we stuck in a bubble of steel
that won't bend upon the weight
only to find a scratch has been
made...........................