| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Yet problems pounce as quickly as a cat.Creation is a gift which feels divine.It puts you in a place to be a god.Your thought: the world with which your hands create.The buttons: subjects bending to your will.Letters leaping straight up to the screen.By themselves are sad, misguided children.Lost and nonexistent, lonely soulsWhich turn to you, their father, for their purpose.Labor and time: a simp
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