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On all fours they stare below
Hoping to find what all must know
but nothing comes and nothing goes
then onto two without explanation
On two they know what they hoped to find
below isn't there
it's in the mind
Not now, Don't mind to care
Down to three they plop
hoping ne'er to stop
for now they know what they hope to find
We all must go
We cannot rewind
and then flat we go
Our fame
Is now our name
This poem is about:
Our world
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