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Aug. 19th, 2003 01:03 amalso while packing i found this poem scrawled on a scrap of paper. i had it tacked to my wall five years ago in florida & it is still appropriate.
i am not done yet
as possible as yeast
as imminent as bread
a collection of safe habits
a collection of cares
less certain than i seem
more certain than i was
a changed changer
i continue to continue
where i have been
most of my lives is
where i'm going
--lucille clifton.
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Date: 2003-08-20 06:26 am (UTC)