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By Jack Joseph Smith
if
Once The Was Silence
Think how it is
Trouble will be
the end of you
But it will not
make you old
I would rather wait
But I will go now
The trips have wound up
Never finished
Finished is hard
Difficult to let
it all go to the sky
A hammer and a nail
With good work,
something always remains
Falling in love;
and falling for war