Priorq

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A billion tiny men . . . And yet the ink drops of each pen, differs. Twenty six letters is all, A cap a dot a comma, we all fall, Oblivious to the characters of our time. Not a one would match rhyme for rhyme Though we have the same breath Drink of the sublime rain, Under the singular blue sky. One language, Even if; one people, No match, Watch it divide. Twenty six letters Taken form, as script or song Match your; Billion tiny men. Ink substantiates, declares; Nations tumble Batallians rise, seek for reasons to exist Yet a properly placed code changes the probability of reason A letter has character A letter has force A letter has meaning An army of letters I choose Match your billion tiny men...... Priorq 2004

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