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MICAH ROBINSON'S

(3/12/97 WEDNESDAY)
WRITTEN SAME


An odd day it is today I feel not
the urge to write this, nor the
experience forth coming. I do
not know what's to come of me
only a fragrant past lies
undisturbed forever. Is it all
a mystery to me for the
suffering untold and the
scriptures unwritten, within
a past so long ago? Why
is it such an odd day, one
may never know the reason