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Many people meet and pass
Come from near and come from far
Trek beside me through the morass
Day help make or day help mar
Some reach so far past where they be
Some reach up so high —
When they’re through assisting me,
Find that they can fly
With new strength and insight
Buffeting winds wuther —
In return I’ve done them right,
Now my sister or my brother
Though benefitted similarly
By such gifts intangible
Others decide not to see
Existence to be newly full
Of that which they were wishing for
Just such a short time ago
Believing staunchly they no more
In grace for my assistance go
Good thing it was solidly
Ultra-strictly trained I be
To give unconditionally
Rarefied poesy
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:https://www.gofundme.com/are-you-a-patron-of-the-arts
