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Post by Don Schaeffer on Oct 16, 2012 11:12:00 GMT -5
Now I miss myself, mystic unity, seeking warmth at night. For a change not
energizing a reach out, a task that always felt a little foreign.
The muscles of my innards fatigue. I wait for long respite.
Not everyone does what he has to do gracefully. I balk and sputter.
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