We bottom out.
Millions of fingers furiously
tapping and typing destiny,
or dreams of reality.
some poet said, the center could not
hold; with no knowledge of consequence,
we trod that path letting a dim light
lead us in the dark woods.
Shall we falter?
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over-speculation of western lands, jack! bailey himself would be proud - you can take THAT to the bank, sir.
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