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          Magik Feather Poetry
                  The Cosmic Filing Cabinet










Cosmic mind of recycling wastes nothing,

Every atom accounted for whether near or far,

Extinction cannot exist
nor can death be an end,

Every atom accounted for must go back into
the Cosmic Filing Cabinet,

To be used and re-used again and again,

Deja vu, of course,

We have all been here before
in some form or another,

Taken from the Cosmic Filing Cabinet
selected shaped and shipped,

To play out our never ending species games.

                                                             


                               
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