<P>Not a single day passes
<BR>Without solids or gases,
<BR>But liquids transcend the limits of time.
<BR>Always present, they're flowing
<BR>In the direction they're going
<BR>And fluctuating slowly through rhythms sublime.
<BR>As minute as they seem
<BR>In the I/O stream,
<BR>Some echoes and vibrations pass through the earth,
<BR>But this HTML file
<BR>Is still in denial
<BR>Of the truth of its own poetic worth.
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