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Our Times, Not Prime
Of tragic dooms, the future looms,
Don't know if I can take it,
The world seems like a thing marooned,
Awaiting to go naked.
It's just that things have gone too far
Don't know if we can stake it,
What once was Good, A precious Star,
Now all we do is Fake it.
poem
by
Sandra Feldman
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