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MICAH ROBINSON'S

THE ?
WRITTEN 2/21/97 FRIDAY


I wonder what's to happen today?
a dark gloomy rainy day. I do know
this, one day soon it will become
clear and warm once again. Is
there a length to my mind? A
knock at the door, a surprise is in
store. Is it all created in a mind
as this? Are we alone? Is this the end?
Are these questions pointless? Will
the rain ever end? Or are we
holding the answers but not the
question? Is it ever going to end?