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We live on the precipice Never knowing where we'll be      Next When we will fit in When we will be removed      Rejected Behaviours distract From those under that Bell Curve It's not their fault     "We choose our actions." We retreat Again Up or down, but always away To whispers from those Sure that they know What's best for us     (What's best for them) We pretend not to hear But he asks me as we walk away. We aren't sheep, I tell him. They must separate us out.     The shepard won't claim us. Mountain goats. I tell him: We have crags,    We are resilient We have provisions from God and blue skies    our abilities are unique         and our hairs are numbered              wild, though they may be. Created      not less than           but for the precipice                And gifted     with a wide perspective
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
Precipice
We live on the precipice Never knowing where we'll be      Next When we will fit in When we will be removed      Rejected Behaviours distract From those under that Bell Curve It's not their fault     "We choose our actions." We retreat Again Up or down, but always away To whispers from those Sure that they know What's best for us     (What's best for them) We pretend not to hear But he asks me as we walk away. We aren't sheep, I tell him. They must separate us out.     The shepard won't claim us. Mountain goats. I tell him: We have crags,    We are resilient We have provisions from God and blue skies    our abilities are unique         and our hairs are numbered              wild, though they may be. Created      not less than           but for the precipice                And gifted     with a wide perspective
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Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
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