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Problem Child

I ran into Problem Child, a former co-worker (who was, as the nickname implies, generally in trouble more than out at work) after giving plasma. We wound up chatting, and he wound up with my phone number (wtf?) and perhaps I shan't be at home.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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