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Jan 2014
IT
It moves,
Then it stops,

It runs,
Then it walks,

It confuses me,
Then I understand.

It is in reach,
Then it’s out.

It races and wins,
While you loose.

It dies at night,
And comes back to life in the light,
To show you that life is great,
Even though your mind can’t wait,
For your body to wake.
Matthew Miklavcic
Written by
Matthew Miklavcic  CIncinnati, Ohio
(CIncinnati, Ohio)   
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