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By Jack Joseph Smith
Gone
There I saw it
Hard with the deposit
First it is sure,
then it is unconclusive
It is not a mixture
Two ways at the same time
will find themselves
No matter what they
call them on there way
When a glance sees
someone who is lost
Or when streightforward
I see someone who is as
they have always been
Something says in me
Isn't that enough