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Dec 2024
I'll hold
to this little
that's my own
nothing more-
augmentation
has never been
my aim or game-

my boundary
I well know
the length of my arms
I can't expand

while others
in the public-square
their skills they boast
and proclaim

I'll hold
to my conviction:
all that I treasure
is being unknown
and being left alone
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
47
     Traveler and dead poet
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