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Mar 2010
When we grow to be new things
We will not add hands nor
feet nor wings
We will be Less

We will be wild and
wholly unbridled
limited by nothing
less like a man
and more like a child

We will be free then and only then
When our being no longer walks
and our ideas float
So we needn't write or talk
Making our earthly bodies altogether remote
Craig Dotti
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