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Jun 2017
I found a little fish
In a little pool
Halfway up a cliff,
Jumping bravely up the trickle
To the next pool
Which was not there
That little pool is the measure of his life
unless he jumps too far
And dies
flopping on the rock.
David Hill
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David Hill  Lansing Michigan
(Lansing Michigan)   
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     Jim Hill and Pradip Chattopadhyay
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