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Nov 2013
Rushing for the start, giving
Rushing for the end, having
whatever it takes
none of what is needed
too fragile for earth
blinded by each event
gaining all knowledge, carrying
possessing no courage, feeling
world on shoulders
light as a feather
Written by
B Bach  Philadelphia
(Philadelphia)   
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