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the worry,
the wonder,
the shortness of days,
the replacement for purpose
the things swept away
by the worry,
the wonder,
my slightness of frame,
the replacements for feeling,
the casual lay.
and the worst of the wildlife
wears clothes and can pray
and the worry,
the wonder,
for three meals a day.
only death unimpeded,
not slowing it's pace,
brings that petty,
old worry and wonder
away.
a poem, la dispute
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