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One Why ("A Une Reason")

Your finger strikes a tambourine which erases all sound and starts a unique harmony. 

Your next step has been earned by early hominid man and his marching on. 

You shove your head in, unique lover; you pull your head out, unique lover. 

"Turn your life around, use protease inhibitors, start again from scratch," babies chant on your behalf. "It doesn't matter what you fill your bank with or lust after," they seem to pray. 

On the threshhold of eternal life, who can say which everywheres you will. 

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(2-18-03)

by Greg Baysans

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