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Posted on January 21, 2014 by johnmannpoems
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Tell Me, Mr. Mann

If the planets conjoin.
If when becomes now.
Look behind you.
The people are here.
The buzzer might sound.
Doors could open.
Later you cannot,
may not, will not
see, hear, taste, smell, or touch.
Come out, come out,
wherever you are.

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  1. Steven Leek's avatar
    Steven Leek
    February 15, 2014 at 8:06 pm

    What? No eternity? Well, I better get with it!

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