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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required “we look for that that does not come and go it cannot be organic form, subject to decay thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know yet come what may, our inner child continues to play” The 'umbilical cord', hereby symbolic, its severance where initiated, a soul of three, and then much more. Growing up was an in-depth shared furtherance, whereupon, directives were encountered, either embraced or tossed aside. Time and again, instant moments, encouraging considerations, imbued ponderance, whereto, we tether ourselves to a sizeable pole of justifications. Hail to a fitness club, or a cab to a McDonald's, intermittent intervals, slim down or fatten up, choice batters about a pole that remains, until life expectance, leans awkward, wherefore for time indulgence, slacks a major facet as the pole evolves minor, for one's immediate concerns, lies elsewhere, a priority. All the while, the pole was steadfast but never silent taking a backseat to the urgencies of the moment significance tallies the hours near, wherein one now realizes that time is fleeting, wonders how one's pole has shaped itself, was it worth their while. At that instant, open their eyes and see the poles that are standing around them bedside so they can measure their worth truly. Where we mete out ourselves to whom we truly Blessed Assurance.
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