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Jan 2013
the lone grain of rice
it lays alone
cold in the bowl
absorbing all the glory and attention.
but is it better warm
in a ball of steamy rice, swarmed
surrounded
perhaps cramped and crushed
but
consequently
one of many?
Written by
E G Fellenstein
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