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Lived long ago, far beyond even time could know five children in a forest, without worry they would grow
The supple companion to a dexterous hand molding carelessly to the motions’ demand
Our unique opportunity, while it lasts to learn to listen with intent, with intent practice that art
This is a repost of a poem written be me earlier – If only I could do, all that I wanted to I may not move the mountain, but clear a boulder or two
“What day is it?”, asked Pooh.
“It’s today,”, said Piglet.
“My favorite day”, said Pooh
“There is no charge for awesomeness or attractiveness”