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It fell from a pre-human sky
Rose from a fairly young earth
Disseminating like so much polluted dirt
Everything bows to marching time
Many nations labeled great
One after the other the usual fate
Nature, folly and unrelenting time
A song  and dance
The inexorable rhyme
The places change
Africa, Europe, Asia
The faces change
Caribbean
Larger and lesser America
Buildings wide
Buildings tall
Triangular buildings
Empty shells
A pilfered wall
Today you are pompous on your box
The buck and far-out technology
Your wooded prop
Tomorrow though, you may very well be
A yellowed footnote 
On the pages of a shocking but familiar story
Titled History
Been there done that
As the east wind westward blows
Time, he grins and marches on
He knew
He knows

I do believe...
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It is and it isn't a stranger?
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