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A SIGN
The universe, so vast, cold and mostly inhospitable
To little warm blooded humans
Who need water, gravity, air and food
The same process that has been going on
For billions of years
Created galaxies uncounted
This cauldron of titanic forces has managed
To put a perfectly ripe avocado in my waiting hand
This very morning
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