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Mar 2010
A lesson
I must find on my own
What subjects shall I choose
Does it matter
Who teaches me
Can words from a title
Create a mastery
In my grammar of hope
Then I say again
Who shall teach me
The ways of the world
Which cannot end
On a single pen nor paper
I lay rest my thoughts
To subjects of nature
That man had defeated
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Diverseman2020  Austin, TX
(Austin, TX)   
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