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March 1984




When one is flat

why do others

stab his back

rub his nose

in the dirt?


What kind of life

enjoys this so

is so small

that it must declare

victory! (?)

in a battle never fought?


How could you

my perfect Lord


when I, a dead man

would rather take them down?


Each New Day A Miracle
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