there are no
fish
with legs.
no birds
with
hands,
no octopus
wearing
glasses
and reading a
book.
there are no
gorillas
painting
the Sistine
chapel
no chimps
writing the great
American
novel.
and yet this
evolution
thing
seems to be
taken
as fact.
you aren't so
sure, you
say, running as
the shoes
fly towards
you.
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