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What makes us powerful is the written word,
But as are the feathers on the unrivalled bird,
It is a stronger wing supported by good friends,
That to this vital association lends.
Where from combined inspirations fill,
The desperate structures of our skill
Programmed perhaps by someone's God,
Designed in us to goad and prod,
We venture fourth to have our say,
To form the cycles of come what may.
What can end if it does not begin,
And having not started can't its own race win,
But yet what does not happen is speculative,
That causes things to be that do not live.
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