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Q. & No A.
FEG (1947 / LONDON)

Q. & No A.

Why is this crumbling rock
Spinning relentlessly through space?
Why is this bumbling flock
Clinging grimly to its face?
A 'God' or a 'Creator'
All fail to light my light
Whence, how, what the incubator
And source of all that might?
If such entity created you and me
Then who for God's sake created He?

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