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The atmosphere pregnant
With the burden of yet-to-be-possible Possibles,
Ripe
With the fruit of yet-to-be-expected Expectables.
Oblivious to the impending Deluge,
The train of everyday mundanity chugs on unceasingly,
Steaming inexorably towards its own self-contained Utopia.
Nobel Ang
8:43 p.m. CDT May 30th 2011
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