Existence is an impossible phenomenon
So if you exist, nothing is impossible.
I often peep through my window
Before I sleep and the roofs I see
Gets replaced and changed each time I wake.
Starring at the streets, I see
A wonderful world on mans drawing board
Sufficient unto the day, my eyes can't say
For man has spectacularly made hay
That mother nature should be proud to say
Her dusty earth may wish to pay.
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