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Dec 2014
Sometimes my mind escapes.
Escapes to a higher dimension.
To one where I do not partake,
simply observe.
Like a God.
Then that real He
that pulling foe gravity,
Tugging, grabbing and yanking at me.
Alas of those mighty dimensions,
only the ability to use 4 have we.
Michael Stuhlman
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Michael Stuhlman  Sauquoit
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