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Jul 2017
Life spent learning
Earning
The badges we own
Those we wear
And those not shown
Easy to learn
What is sharp ....
         ....what will burn
Then we spend lifetimes
Being cut off ,cut down
Cut to pieces ,cut to shredds
Cut out !
Left to your own doubt.

Scorched
By every flame
Just as it extinguishes itself
And then someone ...always
Seems to appear
In order to distinguish themselves
As lesser than they should be
Too often ...turns out that ....that ...
Someone is me .

Yes ! we earn every badge we own
In that..... none of us ......stand alone !
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  63/M/Oklahoma
(63/M/Oklahoma)   
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