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This Place You Call Earth

Can I be me today,
And forever after,
Without the judgement
Of the consensus or the cognoscenti?

Can I eat when I am hungry,
And perhaps when I am not,
Without the suffering 
Of the starving and the needy?

Can I weave my web,
And wonder at yours,
Without the hurt 
Of the biting and the venomous?

I can, but when I may,
This place you call Earth, I will call home.



© 2016 Margo Cami [www.margocami.com]
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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November 24, 2016 at 9:58 AM
Powerful, profound and poignant. Well said IMHO ~ john
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November 24, 2016 at 3:48 PM
Thank you John
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November 24, 2016 at 9:51 AM
It is an enjoyable place, sometimes.That is I eat bitter chocolate to be sweet. A little chocolate is added to the black coffee in which one pretends to read my destiny: Sometime, it will be fine. Believe me. You are sweet and great.
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