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Anew but the Same by Abu Bakr Memon
Up and up he went,
Down and down he went.
All these people in a metal bird,
Stories the boy was excited to see.
But as he left,
The people he left behind yelled,
The Socratic mind argued:
“You’re stories are over,
I had nothing left.”
They silenced from that,
Lingering.




