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Feb 2018
The Body lives much like the Earth
an organism, a breathing thing.
All the while it proves its worth
A life vessel, a circular ring.

From earth we rise and dust we fall
with years just in-between
And though you leave over garden wall
through cycles you return to us, younger and pristine

The Mother Earth calls to us
some call it God or One
We all return to her again
A fate seldom outrun
Mr E
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Mr E
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