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Post by Don Schaeffer on Jul 11, 2012 12:28:16 GMT -5
I hear the murmuring. Is it the strength
ebbing away? Just damned inconvenience,
when adulthood fails. It's like the days
from my memory. How fear wells up
with all its push-me- pull-me.
Push-me-pull-me waiting for rest.
Another's sorrow so becomes my own.
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