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Wheels of life turned by fate
Retards one's growth to physical state.
The speed of one makes another stand still,
To observe it all is a comical reel.
To hide, to jump, to spin, to walk the balance line,
Could well be the dance of the someone dying.
But then like a light through the prism shines,
A colorful and beautiful thought; this life is mine.
Swear not, the music will start, curtains will rise,
The world is waiting for each to come alive.
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B.McVay
11-21-72