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By Jack Joseph Smith
Quest
I did not have far to go until T got there
And it did not appear there was a thought
left to have
It had been quiet at first,
but the crowd roared as I got near
Christ changed through the three crosses,
and the thumb in my heart;
Il knew even thunder could overhear
Desolute as your time at a ee
Every map and known thing im my head,
i
became a quess
Nothing orm purpose would ever be done again
For there was nothing to listen to,
that I had not fallen from
The knack for survival gives
every animal and insect the truth
On the backs of his sea of humanity
And old man raises his glass Ts the Db SFO lL he b AS
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