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Dec 2011
Driving, striving, just Trying
to be more in this life than just Dying.

Tripping, slipping, stumbling then climbing
Back up again can be so humbling.

Crying, and piling the sighing,
To unleash the freedom of the I and I lion.

Stealing the feeling of healing
All we are is a soul full of being.
Jeffrey P Mothersill
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