Warrior without head
History may have legend stories and the proof
We can’t discount theory and remain aloof
It may not sound well with changing scene
Never heard warrior fighting without head and seen
Indian history is full of such tales
Heroic struggle waged by the males
Females offering self immolation for honor
To save dignity as need of an hour
Jaishikhri (name) fought battle for three days
Headless with swords and shield and found ways
Killing as much enemy as he could possibly do
Finally falling on ground ………….
We find warriors in present days also
Jumping in fray without thinking so
May not calculating what would be the damage
Unable to retrace or orderly way to manage
What is modern way of facing crisis?
Do we roam aimlessly without thesis?
How long can we endure and fight?
May not see even day or light
Have we become soft or gone insane?
Have all our efforts are futile and gone into vane?
Simply because it is without application of mind
Lacking teeth, generosity or honesty of any kind
We will have our feet not firmly placed on the ground
Nothing concrete in mind but making big sound
Failure for sure even putting heroic brave front and lead
Makes no difference even when you fight without head
So old warriors without head still holds ground
They laid lives when enemy seized and surround
Here we simply flee, leaving open the flank
Loosing the face severely and drawing the blank
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Warriors Of The World United
Here our soldiers stand from all around the world
Waiting in a line to hear the battle cry
All are gathered here victory is near
The sound will fill the hall bringing power to us all
We alone are fighting for metal that is true
We own the right to live the fight we're here for all of you
Now swear the blood upon your steel will never dry
Stand and fight together beneath the metal sky
Brothers Everywhere
Raise you hands into the air
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
Many stand against us but they will never win
We said we would return and here we are again
To bring them all destruction suffering and pain
We are the hammer of the Gods we are thunder wind and rain
There they wait in fear with swords in feeble hands
With dreams to be a King first one should be a man
I call them out and charge them all with a life that is a lie
And in their final hour they shell confess before they die
Brothers Everywhere
Raise you hands into the air
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
If I should fall in battle my brothers who fight by my side
Gather my horse and waepons tell my family how I died
Until then I will be strong I will fight for all that is real
All who stand in my way will die by steel
Brothers Everywhere
Raise you hands into the air
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
song performed by by Manowar from Warriors Of The World
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What lies ahead?
I have never counted starts in sky,
No wings, but with imaginations try to fly,
Never claim high and feet firmly on ground
Hunt is on till new treasure is found
Am I not capable of achieving goal?
Do I not have the honesty and pure soul?
Mind is pre-occupied with if and buts
Chances are less but may face it with guts
Have to keep pace with changing world,
Try and usher in era while not developing cold
Hair may disappear and head becomes bald,
Resolution of high order and approach bold
Has vigour become thing of past?
Nothing should be left till it lasts,
Sky is the limit and areas so vast
Truest always in self and never doubts cast,
I may not go far and find place among,
Race may be halted and not go long,
Voice may be blurred not suitable for song,
Still keeping head high as find no wrong,
Time may run out as deals may have clout,
Victory less in sight with possibility of rout,
Relation may turn sour and can’t think about
Unexpected may happen with many more fall outs
Life is full of challenge with hard task ahead
We have to make move and take a lead
Challenge must be accepted and correctly read
With application of mind keeping and cooling head
Situation may not improve by simple thinking
Ship may run aground and wait for sinking
Nothing could be salvaged if not properly thought
Something still could be achieved if hard battles fought
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Position
I can’t move away from my stated position
Though it may be temporary or period of transition
There may arise many more questions
Not to discuss at all or make any mention
How to cope and face the challenges?
How to stand fast and simply manage?
It is no easy task and considered state of art
One may be facing dark but tries to look smart
It is the way to lessen the worry
Nothing can be solved out of hurry
Sometimes you may feel only sorry
Burden and frustration only to carry
Everybody is facing delicate situation in life
Hasty action needed when situation is not rife
All calculations may prove wrong and invite trouble
Calm water may be disturbed with lot of bubbles
Weak may develop cold feet and loose the patience
Winning game may go out of hand in presence
Nothing could be done to retrieve the position
Only strong will power may needed for imposition
What else can be done to avert the show down?
Why can’t we present the smiling face devoid of frown?
It is good to be in complete control of mind
We may be able to think fresh and able to find
Life is full of ups and downs with no solution in sight
Some may go wrong even if seemed very right
We may loose hope and think of bad consequence
Drawing some conclusions with right inferences
It is state of mind that makes us to feel bad or good
Only alert mind can take you out of the wood
How to over come out of it is anybody’s guess
One must be ready with open mind to confess
You may emerge strong as ever before
You will realize what you were trying for?
It will give proof of your stable mind
Ability to come out of it with new ways to find
Never to let your mind to any one else
Let others guess and remain ever tense
This will give you enough room to maneuver
Defuse the crisis and successfully come over
I wish I could adopt the simple theory
Refresh the mind with fresh memory
Easy to find the solutions with open mind
Show always good composure and behavior kind
This is how we overcome and act
No action in haste or simply react
It will complicate the real issue
You may fail to get what is really due
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Act as defender
Who can act as defender of holy land?
Who will come forward for sacrifice and raise the hands?
Is it the sacred soil that you are prepared to defend?
Will it be the lip services and you mean to pretend?
It has always remained great honor in defending the motherland
How many people have shed their blood in defending the fatherland?
It is our glorious past that keeps on striking the mind all the way
It is national honor and pride that we may protect and have no other sway
The basic question is who will rise and revolt?
The assault may be all of sudden and may come as blue from bolt
this can be countered effectively with fine resolve,
if we are ready to go to any extent with the aim to solve
There are enemies outside and from within
They form invisible line and firmly set in
There main task is to sabotage the peace talk
Wreck the economy and wait for cake walk
It is easy to flat the enemy on ground
There may be some separate ways and it has to be found
The enemy may strike from within by remaining invisible
They may breach the defense line and force us to be defensible
How do we arouse the national feeling?
How many may come forward from their own and willing?
Will it not be called a significant move to attain martyrdom?
Will it not be considered a token prize for preserving freedom?
Will it not a weakening sign if we fail to respond to a call?
The enemy may be waiting to get in to break the wall
It may be their pre plan to catch us off the guard
It is known practice and procedure very standard
You may loose your precious life and perish
The war may not come an end easily or finish
it may be their grand design and simple wish
We are loosing everything and chances simply diminish
Let right thinking poets come forward,
Let them not wait for any trophy or reward,
Time may tell about your contribution for struggle
Your pen may strike and enemy may face the trouble
Everybody should raise banner with single voice,
Who ever is there must have other choice
the sky should be limit and eagles should dare
Enemy should be wiped out and found no where
There may be cause and enough reasons
The nation may pay homage for brave sons
It is the history that speak well of martyrs
Eyes always down and eyes full of tears
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Living With The Enemy
I gave you all that you wanted
and still you come back for more
You say that you're brokenhearted
but then you walk out the door
Maybe it is time for us to say goodbye
Where are the tears you never cried?
Hey baby what you got on your mind
are you looking for some sympathy?
I can tell you if it's a truth or a lie
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy
You got me going in circles,
I'm slowly loosing my head
What did I do to deserve this,
you make me wish I was dead
Tell me I'm wrong and I'll be on my way
See you around another day
Hey baby what you doin' tonite?
Are you giving me the perfect dream
I'm so tired and I don't wanna fight
'Cos it's just like living,
living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
Living with the enemy,enemy
Living with the enemy, living with the enemy, enemy
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Warriors
Warriors
Horses and warriors
Shields and amour
Fighting for a cause
Avoiding as much loss
Shedding blood is a must
Battles must be fought and won on the battlefield
How many men will be killed?
For a country
For a nation
For self belief
Spears and shields
Tools of war
Making history
Alliance and victory
A treasured sword
Held by a courageous man
Known by his name as warrior
Failure is not an option
A countries pride is at stake
Bows and arrows
Fighting for a name
Decorated with strings of fame
A man must do what he must
Even if it is for a mediocre cause
Now wars are won and fought with guns
The true warriors are the thinkers and not the fighters
The true warrior is not the man who dies
But the one who stays alive
The one who can plan and strategise
Analyse and fantasies a vision which is bound to come true
© Sylvia Chidi- 17 October 2005
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Heart of the Warrior
With vision trapped in honey and ashes in the mouth
Journey's always end, pointing artic south
Beginning with a footstep made on unsure ground
It only took a mile to find our two feet bound
Resistance, such a weapon, is a warriors' excuse
Bit it shall be worn down and made of little use
The windows to the soul, they drip honey from their wells
And ashes is the mouth, testify the journey's failed
The spirit battered is a cloud begging imagination to mold
Though we failed the mission, we must fight against the cold
With hands that shake and shiver, from the freeze, from the pain
Faces devoid of color, and live now all but drained
Where is the mighty zeal that begat the warrior way?
I tell you it is somewhere, lost amongst the fray
The generals of industry know the soldiers' fortune can't endure,
If they are made to fight another cowards war
And we were like the wolves whose honey eyes are honey soaked
The ashes in out mouth shall tie the noose form freedoms rope
On the ground in front of us I see blood form wounded knees
But there shall be no master to hear our calls for peace
The consequence of determination was the ax that felled the tree
Still it was just a fall better days await both you and me
The journey and the night have been long, and the wounds run deep
But the fight is far from over, we must sustain another week
Life is but a journey that starts within the mind
The battlefield is calling we must stand the test of time
The fallen warrior knows that the last measure was his heart
And there is where the journey ends, and where the journey starts.
poem by Derrick Puente
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Your Sound Is Sweeter
There's no sound as sweet as yours
It takes me before dawn
It lies with me after midnight
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound is sweeter than
All the fighting I've done
It catches the truth and holds on
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound plays back through my head again
It's the only thing keeping me going
Loving you, forever and ever
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound is sweeter than
The moonlight on my windowsill
It sings, I dropp dead
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
I'm awake with your sound
Echoing in the dark
Your sound is sweeter than love
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
A Tale of Feud
I arrived one night when the new moon was bright
whilst the others were howling at the moon.
I was the last of the ten to arrive there and then,
and without doubt we made it not a moment to soon.
We were being hunted down and they were all around;
those hideous creatures, so different to us.
We were hated and despised for being different, and alive,
and we needed to move quickly without fuss.
After moving a short distance we encountered resistance
from our warriors, who wanted to stay and fight.
Cross words were exchanged and tactics rearranged,
and all agreed they would fight for their right.
The skirmishing bats and owls caused some of us to howl,
which alerted the enemy of our position.
But carried on the wind was their smell and we could tell
they were coming from an easterly direction.
The young and old were in no uncertain manner told
to stay hidden, undercover, and quiet.
Whilst we waited attack, the foe’s scouts came to the back,
and began attending to their hidden diet.
The hair on our females and males, stood up like nails,
as the enemy charged, with menacing shouts.
The screams from behind brought the hidden to mind,
so no time was wasted in killing their scouts.
There were no winners here, but all fought without fear,
and many bodies lay on the ground.
Will this feud ever cease, could there ever be peace?
A solution must somehow be found.
The relentless seekers of our blood did what they could
to satisfy their hunger for slaughter and food.
From that nights new born ten, only one breathed again;
the writer of this tale of feud.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Is There A Legal Ground
Is there a legal ground?
One can stand on to feel safe and sound.
Is there a legal ground?
One that can be found that's not shaking around.
Is there a legal ground?
One that is near,
Not to be feared...
And if one should fall,
A solidness is clear!
Is there a legal ground?
Anywhere.
One understood.
One that is shared.
Is there a legal ground?
One that is cemented...
Making feelings of it different,
With a jumping up and down...
Packing heavy weighted pounds.
Is there a legal ground?
Around...
To be found!
Is there a legal ground?
Around...
To be found.
Is there a legal ground?
Around...
To be found.
Is there a legal ground?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dream Some Little Dream
…afterwards I laid back down
and spread my palms down on the ground
it wasn’t long before I found
myself inside a little dream
I heard a sound and looked around
and saw them swimming in the stream
a horrid sight I turned my head
and let loose a silent scream
the fish you see were busy there
eating a piece of me
I shook it of and brushed my head
I watched a leaf fall to the ground
as busy brownie moved around
and called me names but made no sound
I felt a pressure push me down
like a magnet to the ground
the fish they splashed in their little stream
as I began to dream some little dream
poem by Maynard Hartman
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A blood hots up
It is national sentiment and I am deeply shocked
At gruesome murders when day light is rocked
When crowd is fired at and resulting into deaths?
Long queues are scene for laying the wreath
It has become routine and hunting ground
New technique is employed and innovative ways are found
People are slain in broad day light
They want to conquer without offering fight
What do they to offer to their brethren?
What can be their aim to find in light of lantern?
Have they done blind to the senseless killings?
Are people in for it with willing?
It makes me bleed and hurts most
Irreparable loss is done by them at no cost
it may not be material loss or damage
it makes country to bleed and making it difficult to manage
How long we will witness the carnage?
Why people are killed and thrown into drainage?
What type of game they are involved in?
Is it not the dirty tricks or ways employed very mean?
Why to we distrust the system and cast a doubt?
Why sudden loss of face and turn about?
Is there any secret understanding between terrorists or clout?
Why sudden spurt in violence to face the rout?
It pains me deeply and hurts conscience
I must go into oblivion for doing nothing with silence
I can’t knock the inner voice and ask for remedy
Life has turned hostile with tragedy
I will not stand up and face the weather
Neither I will cry nor continuously bother
May consider it as set back and differ
Opinion of others stand good but we have to suffer
It gave me enough of strength to stand fast
Mind occupied with sense with courage to last
Nothing so particular with malice intention
Still it stood as test and raised many question
I must search the soul and repent
No to further quest and silently consent
Confine to reality with utmost sincerity
Movement with steady pace and no more hostility
I should go down with human dignity
Love to live with natural beauty
that is there on earth without any blame?
Can any one remain aloof and claim?
I too would live with no malign intent
Avoid unpleasant scene and remain content
God is so kind to grant us whatever we desire
why then we hesitate and not even admire?
I want to give message of peace
Abhor the violence and try for hostility to cease
Nothing may help to solve the misery
We will god own as butchers in the history
Violence adds to violence
Cruelty and death can’t be compensated with condolence
Let us sit together and bring an end to bloodshed
To bring revolution by bloodshed is not a trade
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Song For The Life
(rodney crowell)
I dont drink as much as I used to
cos lately that just aint my style.
And the hard times dont hurt like they oughta
They pass quickly like when I was a child.
And lately Ive learnt how to listen
To a sound like the sun going down
In the magic that morning is bringing
Theres a song for the life I have found
It keeps my feet on the ground
Now the midsummer days aint so heady
They just drift like a breeze through my mind.
And nothing appears in a hurry
As if to make up for some old long-lost time
And lately Ive learnt how to listen
To a sound like the sun going down
In the magic that morning is bringing
Theres a song for the friends I have found
They keep my feet on the ground...
They keep my feet on the ground...
They keep my feet on the ground
song performed by by Waterboys
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Can't be left alone
She can't be left alone
as she will be swept away by cyclone
her feet are not firmly placed on the ground
she stands alone and go go round
What does she search in the crowd?
why does she take credit and fee proud?
at the time of crisis, no one will be be found
she may cry in wilderness that may not seem sound
does the love need any lesson?
does any special time to be given for session?
it is simply an individual's obsession
it may always be in boom and not face any recession
She may have her own way to choose
but to be made sure she does not loose
the infatuation may lead to several complications
that may give not very good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Finally a liberation
Finally Arab world has heaved a sigh
All eyes were upon them expecting very high
It was going to great human tragedy
The same was not wished by almighty
It is not less than miracle
It has changed whole vitiated circle
World never dreamed of a bloodless revolution
The dictator was forced, make the decision to flee or run
The largest democracies of world too had to pass long ordeal
The Arab revolution was never expected to be easy or real
Long march to palace was blocked by anti people for road to seal
Not a single soul moved out from their position and sat without meal
Continuous staging in trusting only in almighty paved the way
The hostile reaction of public forced him retrace the steps and fled away
History has repeated same cycle of drama for forceful eviction
Even though that has not come off without any friction
How many martyrs have laid down lives?
Can any one think of such revolution or believe?
Not a single shot being fired at mobs and causing casualties
It was fine example of tolerance and resolution of fine qualities
Arab people are generally believed to be of high temper
But this time they proved whole theory wrong to prove as cool temper
See the way they stuck on to the last without loosing the goal sight
To the world they were going to present as if their path was completely right
Have we not witnessed bloodiest revolutions?
Still there has remained no key to the solutions
The earth has become red with so much flow of blood on ground
They have yet to find the bright sun after silencing the gun sound
Hats off to the heroic people of grand origin
You have guided us how the bloodless war to win
Not single dropp of blood on ground yet smooth transformation
What a unique way of rejoicing by people through out the nation?
Rules may come and go but history may reveal
How much people faced hardships or ordeal?
Whether anything entered into as special deal
The future may speak itself and not conceal
Let us rejoice this historic event
Let there be no bitterness or any adverse comment
The path lay ahead is full of thorns
Let some good leadership take over and sworn
This is just beginning opening of new road
Country may have to face problems with unforeseen load
Yet fruits of freedom are sweet and very dear
Country can afford any amount of sacrifice to bear
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Mr. Ego
Take me down
To a ground
Just let me feel it
If I let someone down
Please welcome
Him on the loosing side
I shake you off
And make my choice
Don't wanna hear you
Your slimy voice
Please go down, please
I don't wanna feel you
around me
Take me down to a
higher ground
To survive your
mindless sound
If you know all the people
Why are you alone?
If you know all the people
You'll be goin' down
I feel that man
On my back
Don't promise any crap
Someone will break
your neck
You don't know how
To soak my soul
Let me out
Let me go
Open your eyes
You told nothing but lies
Please go down, please
C'mon, go down with
your ego
Take me down to a
higher ground
To survive your
mindless sound
If you know all the people
Why are you alone?
If you know all the people
You'll be goin' down
Let me go ahead,
let me go
I will find
an explanation
Where's my only
deatination
Separated ways
now and forever
Is the one and only
measure
Tales full of
exaggerations
No more manipulations
And I think you are
not funny
Your brain is just a
bloated dummy
Take me down to a
higher ground
To survive your
mindless sound
If you know all the people
Why are you alone?
If you know all the people
You'll be goin' down
song performed by by Helloween
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A need to do
What do I need in life|?
A beautiful wife,
No fight with swords or knife
Peaceful co existence
No more insistence
Lively presence
True essence
Why can’t I have it?
Unnecessary dog fight in mind
No sympathy or good words of any kind
No love or attachment suitably finds
Suspicious mind with sick ideas
Unnecessary arguments and pleas
Simple unrest and …………..
Love to live with present
Superficial ideas always absent
Feet firmly placed on the ground
Congenial atmosphere always found
No to hatred and yes to fine gesture
Not to live in fast but look at future
How do I overcome?
No to worries and happy welcome
Peace at heart and stable mind
Simple march in direction of wind
No confrontation and compromising trend
Not to aggravate and ways to mend
No enemies but find good friends
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Where Is My Mind
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
You tried this trick, and spin it
Your head would collapse but theres nothing in it, so you ask your self
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming
I was swimming in the carribean
Animals were hiding behind the rock
Except for the fish and it told me
I swear its trying to talk to me
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
With your feet in the air and your head on the ground
You tried this trick, spinning
Your head would collapse but theres nothing in it, so you ask your self
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water
See it swimming
song performed by by Nada Surf
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Invaders
(harris)
Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun
Many nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun
Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives
Judgement day has come around so be prepared dont run stand your ground
Theyre coming in from the sea
Theyve come the enemy
Beneath the blazing sun
The battle has to be won
Invaders ... pillaging
Invaders ... looting
Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland
Warning must be given theres not enough men here for a stand
The vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own
We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone
Theyre coming over the hill
Theyve come to attack
Theyre coming in for the kill
Theres no turning back
Invaders ... fighting
Invaders ... marauding
Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground
Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around
The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end
The saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty norsemen
Youd better scatter and run
The battles lost and not won
Youd better get away to fight another day
Invaders ... raping
Invaders ... plundering
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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We Affect Forever
We Affect Forever
We are making history, through every day we spend.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark that will not end.
Others before have left behind this world we now obtain.
Though it’s changed since way back when, the old shall always remain.
History is how we got here, history is who we are.
History is what led to this, yes history is not far.
It remains within our families, its tradition and unchanging ways.
It’s Christmas day, Thanksgiving, its countless nights and days.
History is what you’re becoming; it’s what you are soon to be.
And history never dies; it’s a part of everybody.
We fight to maintain who we are, to maintain who we’ve always been.
And while we fight we know this fight is not easy to win.
Many forget the past, and many never even know,
Many people never hear of how times were long ago.
Those thousands of years before us, are more than just time spent.
They are filled with real people, real feelings, and real places that they went.
The People had different life styles very different from our ways,
But it is true that there is nothing knew under the sun’s golden rays.
Stand proud to be alive, know you affect forever.
Every act that we commit we all commit together.
We are entrusted with this earth; we must love and cherish this life.
We must remember to love our existence lest love becomes our strife.
Yes we are becoming history, through every move we make.
We are here, leaving our mark, a mark ……or perhaps a mistake.
poem by Mary Murphy
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