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Dec 2016
I went down, then came up
I asked the wrong question
I got the right answer
pushed asunder by my own hand
rejected from my shifting constitution
give a bit, lose to much
gain terra, win the moment
plowed rut, no good, wanted anew
trudge along, pathway primed
slowly but true.
Robert Engelhardt
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Robert Engelhardt
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