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And it goes on and on… The artificial life… We have been trying to ascertain… The veracity of anything we were told… On our wayward meander… To now… And so far… The prospect… Has not been promising… In general terms… What we have been told… Is accurate… But in the finer details… It now appears to be woefully inadequate… Woz scratches his head… Starts to chew… His already well chewed gum… And smirks… The Titanic did not sink… He sez… No, but a large ship did… Or was sunk… He laughs… A large ship called The Olympic… And that is why the ‘Titanic’ will never be raised!
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It is not so much… Like walking on air… As walking on shaky ground… Or quicksand… The glug of mud overhead… Is like the gargle of the plug-hole… At bath time… The end of warmth… For a time at least… We never really trusted it… Which is why we never really went with it… Even when it looked like we were… It was just another blind alley… Which led us back to where we started… Distrust!… We now know why… The timing, though… Is still perplexing… Why, now?… Especially as it seems to have come something of a cropper… As the old saying has it… Maybe they were rushed into it?
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The war is going equally badly… From their perspective… All the chemical weapons labs… Allied funded… Just like Chin-ya… Rumour has it… That Faw-Chi… Is also on his way… Not before time… The dominoes… As predicted… Are starting…. To topple… One after the other… In regimented lines… The sort they loved… So much to impose… They make a sort of zipping sound… As they pick up speed… Woz is really enjoying himself now… It starts to look like this is what he was re-born for… As he skips from scrub to scrub… Kicking up dust… And insects as he goes… The bugs scuttle for nearby rocks.
France & Vincent 