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Dec 2013
Spine twisted recompense
and all that was, is not.

Fortune buried in a field
and you stand on the wrong
side of the fence with your plastic shovel.

Wisdom brings responsibilities pain.

If you hold too tight
hugging the kettle,
you shall burn your arms.

What good to burn your arms?

Better to cut them off
and go through life
eating with your feet.
Irving MacPherson
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