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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(3/11/97 TUESDAY)
WRITTEN SAME


A day of total turmoil nothing
much to come of this for all
to see. Is it all a lie as far
as all time? Is it a question
of time untold, forever unending
until the days dissolve into
total night. Are we wondering,
waiting for all to come to a
final end? Is humanity as we
now know it to cease forever in
an endless pit of death?