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Apr 2016
where is home?
is it where you used to grow?
But how do you reap if you do not sow?
You must scatter everything to and fro.
I ask again, where is your home?
it might be on the greener side,
but it feels like concrete.
how do you grow?
when quick sand surrounds your feet?
You relax, listen to the story nature has to tell.
we are all of the same kind,
down to every microscopic, functioning cell....

&

then just allow it to move you.
Life is the ebb,
you must choose to be flo.
Written by
stone the bear
877
     --- and Sam Temple
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