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It wasn’t long before things happened
I started talking, started walking
Thinking didn’t see quite right
Why does the bird fly?
Why do I cry?
What’s the matter?
My brain is not in control.
My world seems so old.
Knowing that no one knows
Now I know that I don’t know
Which way should I go?
My time on this world is short
But I know the time I spent here
Will always be
By John Conrad
copyright
Aug.2001
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