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Oct 2022
There are those who swim
Through stone and oak
And cannot speak a word to crowds
Nor care to feel what urchins lost
Or seek to speak what cannot be found

I am, I'm not
They are, they is

But the difference in being is none of this
The difference is just what is
And is

Less is such a human word
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Colm
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