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Just a tick or two north of this or that.
We’re not letting the world across our mat.

Best to sweep a bit past our garden gates.
Pinch the dirt out from under potentates.

Small acts ease the load of clean, snatch & jerk.
Staying match fit for the coming end’s work.

We’ve chosen low before…& it backfired.
We’d choose high; but even the sky is mired.

We could stay still: maintaining the bubble.
Though life hemmed that thin…double the trouble.

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lbstowe

I see the world through a Painter’s eyes and process it with a Poet's Heart....it's quite a harsh place for the soul. It scratches and wears your true self down, at times, but the Beauty is Addictive. I feel for everyone I encounter. Everyone I encounter is a teacher if I'll let them be. I Empathize with everyone I talk to & I Think about Everything-LEVi

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