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Sep 2010
the rock sits
as the stream flows over
never moves unless a great force
nudges it
the tree grows
but never moves
unless the wind blows it
the sun shines
unless the clouds block it
so we always walk on our path
nevermind the bends curves or hills
tomorrow there is still a path to walk on
Banker 2010- From Philosophy
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