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I am so tired
Of swinging from the vines
Of mismatched emotions
Until I,
Not unlike Tarzan,
Collide with the tree trunk
And remember why
I was not given wings in the first place.
What will my parents do,
If I go back to my crew,
They thought I withdrew,
But that’s untrue,
I always come through,
And make do.
I miss my friends....
 Jan 2020 Stained Glass
Khoisan
no

the

earth

is realy

a staircase

to the heavens
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