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Mar 2021
we used to run without shoes
we used to swim without snorkels
we used to walk not drive a car
we used to heal without a pill
we used to be happy without a screen
we find our way without emaps
we used to procreate without ****

we are accessory addicted
alone we are conflicted
from nature we have shifted
from ourselves we have drifted

a man is rich
in proportion
to the number of things
he can afford to let alone (Thoreau)
always loved Walden
Rick Warr
Written by
Rick Warr  M/Wombarra, Australia
(M/Wombarra, Australia)   
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