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Poem: Sagan’s Apple Pie

Make something from scratch
Make it with your hands
First you’ve got to have hands don’t you
We must invent the universe
The earth
The sky
The air
The space in-between the stars
Apples, pomegranates,
Forbidden fruits
Humans make what they will of
Themselves and their sins
Name it and it shall be
Nothing ever exists until you believe
It disappears when you aren’t looking
If you want to make a life
You need to make a soul
You need to invent
To make anything mean anything
At all

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