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Born and Raised.

Some things come naturally,

like breathing or crying;

they are embedded into us.

Other traits we seem to

acquire over time --

like a carefully raised

Thoroughbred, being taught

to clear the steepest jumps.

 

Some things come naturally,

like sleeping or eating;

we're born with the urges.

But others will fall

into cyclical habits slowly --

like a filly taking

her first shaking step,

I place a pen to paper.

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julia-low
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Published
May 5, 2012
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