By: ndubuisi uchea
Competition Year: 2012
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I look up to the sky and think why am I here?
What's beyond the atmosphere?
Who made the world and people?
Do I listen to Georges Lemaitre or the words of Ezekiel?
Obliviously, I design myself around my surroundings,
Like I've been put together by Mendeleev's foundings,
So I'm similar to other elements in my group,
But gravity pulls me back to earth from a branch like a fruit.
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