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same old thing all the time
it is every where
it never changes
It is the world and it doese not change
it is the same matter put in to different order
the oder of matter is to matter not the order but be
and that is that
so in twenty years the dog will chase the cat
on a feild, the feild is smaller and there are less tree
more houses, not change, a re-arange
out on the plian same old rains
but nothing has changed
it is hoter
the same sun heats the same air, witch is in the same space,
and the expression on my face is lassed with anger