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You were born open, I believe, Eyes and heart and arms and soul; Shouting and blazing a fiery path Of beats and drums and rhythms. Your energy knows no limitations, Dancing with devilishly hoofed desire; Savouring each moment of the day - You make it work for you. If and would and should are redundant, When and how and now are yours; Give and take, have, hold, make: Present presence, gifts to gaze at in wonder. A joker, of unbridled passion: Intense, good-humoured, a heart heavy with joy - And full of light - The youngest of men.
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
The youngest of men
You were born open, I believe, Eyes and heart and arms and soul; Shouting and blazing a fiery path Of beats and drums and rhythms. Your energy knows no limitations, Dancing with devilishly hoofed desire; Savouring each moment of the day - You make it work for you. If and would and should are redundant, When and how and now are yours; Give and take, have, hold, make: Present presence, gifts to gaze at in wonder. A joker, of unbridled passion: Intense, good-humoured, a heart heavy with joy - And full of light - The youngest of men.
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Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:28 PM UTC
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