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It Brought
To Mind
It brought to mind
The handful of free spirits
I’ve had the privilege to know,
Beautiful kind souls who never
Took themselves too seriously,
Always appreciated and respected
The power at their finger tips that they
Could tap into and use for the good of
It all, never thinking of self or money or
Hurting or harming anyone or anything,
Many times misunderstood and disliked
By those not sure of themselves, still stuck
In their cocoons, perhaps envious of the free
Ones, but there she was this young goddess
Posing with her fellow grads, leaning back,
Lifting her gown to let her honey pot grin
With the wind, laugh with the sun, a
Paper Chase in real time if there
Is such a thing as time.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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