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I wrote this during form assembly. It symbolises people convinced to believe by meeting people who see their doubts.
The world is round Of this it is certain I know The world is round I have travelled and returned and so it must be I think Is the world round? So I have seen and been told But when I look I can see And see and see and see That this grassy plain, this Ocean must be so flat, And so I doubt I have walked across deserts and open plains, I have travelled endless oceans. The world is round I do not think. The world is Flat. I have met others on this plane who see with an eagles eye this expanse and together we see what others cannot The world is Flat. I believe.
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