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potential inherent, and lost
which the master? which the servant?
and we are free
the theater and the full glass
we are not in control
all one can do is do
permanence? ridiculous concept
to be right enough
being there, and there, helps me be "here"
they help me be my best
a quandary for the teacher
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About Me
Henry Walker
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Sunday, December 7, 2014
to be right enough
a day, like a poem
my last poem is a catalogue of how I spent my day,
how wonderful it is to feel
that the actions and presence one can live
can be right enough to be like a poem.
by Henry H. Walker
December 4, ’14
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