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Nothing From Nothing

An excerpt from the poem, Nothing Comes From Nothing by Peter S. Quinn

Nothing comes from nothing
When there is no one to care
So much into its bluffing
From nowhere to nowhere
Don’t try to be yours only
With none else around too
Because you’ll become so lonely
When there is only you

By Dorian Roark aka Paul Hobson

A poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.