WhyA Poem by Bandit WordsingWhy Why is it that the wind blows? That the sun shines on each new day? People wonder, but may never find
out. Maybe, just maybe, There might be something more than
just a bang, that created the world Maybe, just Maybe, The world was made on purpose, created for good or bad, we may never know why. © 2012 Bandit WordsingReviews
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