Instincts

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Never fail to notice your intuition Enduring life When it becomes chaotic Compelled to make rapid decisions My mind is gifted
How, why, was that who I am?
  Oh shepherd of three-odd billion years bring 3’oclock coffee for its paragon   For the light slants at an angle at this hour it is redshifting, in the atmospheric ether
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