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A New Phase A round little man I met on the sand, Drawing lines with a stick And waving his hands, Trying to tell me How things really run, Rotating revolving Spinning sun after sun, Said that he came here Day in and day out, To pray that the system Kept turning about, Someone’s been doing it Since the beginning of man, Whispered that soon A new phase in the plan. Stephen Nesbitt ©
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