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All the world is faire and joyous!
when all is working out fine.
All the stars are aligned!
Dear Life is symmetrically squared.
All the clocks are clicking away,
and all is befitting design.
It’s a perfect, mechanical, and functional plan.
Such bliss!
in so much harmony –
the world is all too grand!
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Then! …a small glitch.
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Some small slippage somewhere,
and the whole thing then falls to the basket!
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And the problem then appears to be
How does one choose one’s own poison?
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©Marvin Loyd Welborn 2011
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Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse 
i’m always suspicious when things are going too perfect..high tech perfection is a fragile thing and things easily falls apart..choosing the own poison…ugh…
Yes… that small glitch can make a huge dent!
Can a poem be a philosophical romp? Yes. You just proved it!