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Infinite Crises


 

  Tuesday, April 1, 2003
Of all the good
    In my life that has been,
One of the best was meeting you
    And becoming friends.

Of what may come
    We do not know,
And so we choose
    To let life flow

Down whatever path
    It leads our hands
As we build this puzzle
    From grains of sand.

Infinite pieces
    To see how we fit,
And see what beauty
    May come from it.

None knows what picture
    We shall create.
So the face of our puzzle
    We leave to fate.
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