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Part Of The Hum
It seemed like they once
Could fly,
The sparkle
In the eye, the smiles,
During conversation
You quickly realized
They never turned the motor on,
Never knew they could
Get off the ground,
Like most of us
Spent their years
In that back and forth
Following dollars,
The odd beer, an indiscretion
Here and there,
Simply part of the hum
That keeps the hive buzzing.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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