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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(2/14/97 FRIDAY)
WRITTEN SAME

Today I sit and ponder upon what I wish
to write. Anything that I can create
might as well be destroyed. I can
conjure many a story or song to
please you, a starry sky or sweet sunset.
Can I create a world in my mind with
which I might live in until the day
begins? Is it all a mystery to me so I
might have chance to say
good afternoon of how do you
do. Maybe a walk in the park or talk
to a leopard. Have I seen a
Rhino play scrabble or a Monkey
do a puzzle it all seems so impossible but
anything can be done.