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My Silent Teacher

my silent teacher just arrives
from a distant city

her breasts are scanned
on an MRI, and she receives
the cold news:

she has cancer
and the cells have spread
deep to her bone marrow
and spine

she tells me through the phone
without a sob,
her voice strong
and determined like steel

there is no possibility that at
her age of 68,
that she will entertain any invasive
treatment or chemotheraphy,

she is ready and she wants for
God's last roll call.

what a strong woman!
what wisdom!

She ends: Praise be God!
The Giver and the Taker!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fortune Seller

Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
Take hold of the answer
Give life to the dreams you were foretold
Looking into the future
Trace the steps into the great unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Unknown
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Take hold of your chances
Defy all of the odds that have been made
Making evey movement count
We step toward a golden age
You know
Only you know
Only you know
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody will know
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Giving into the power
Giving into the magic of the ride
Using imagination
We take a step into the other side
Fortune
Teller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
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Fortune Seller

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Cancer

We don't know
How strong we are
Til being strong
Is the only choice
We have.

Why is it
That we have to be
Strong for others
When we have to be
Strong for ourselves?

Someone once said
'Wining isn't everything'
Well, he obviously
Never had
Cancer.

To lose your fight
Against cancer
Is to give in
To cancer
And die.

Though many are scared
Of this dreaded cell
Cancer is only a word
Not a whole
Sentence.

Just remember
You are not
Dying from cancer
You are living
With it.

poem by Tiana Webb
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She's Determined and a Strong Willed Woman

When her mind's made up,
She doesn't fuss...
Or cry!

She's not the kind to mope around,
Or one to criticize.
With eyes that sigh.

She's not one weak who weeps.
She stands on her own two feet,
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
Who knows what she does when it's done.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.

She's not one weak who weeps.
She stands on her own two feet,
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
Yes she's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.

When her mind's made up,
She doesn't fuss...
Or cry!
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She is determined and a strong willed woman...
Who knows what she does when it's done.
She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
And there to sleep with me at night.

She's determined and a strong willed woman.
And I like it that she's on my side.
She is determined and a strong willed woman...
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

She is determined and a strong willed woman...
And defies,
Anyone who tries...
To fault the way she gets by.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Roll On

(chorus)
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till you get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (roll on)
Its monday morning, hes kissin momma goodbye
Hes up and gone with the sun
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And hes off on a midwest run
As three sad faces gather round momma
They ask her when daddys comin home
Daddy drives an eighteen-wheeler
And they sure miss him when hes gone (yeah they do)
Ah, but he calls them everynight and he tells them that he loves them
And he taught them this song to sing
(chorus)
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till ya get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (roll on)
Its wednesday evening, mommas waitin by the phone
It rings but its not his voice
Seems the highway patrol has found a jacknifed rig
In a snow bank in illinois
But the driver was missin and the search had been abandoned
For the weather had everything strong
And they had checked all the houses and local motels
When they had somemore news theyd call
And she told them when they found him to tell him that she loved him
And she hung up the phone singin
(chorus)
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till ya get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on
Momma and the children will be waiting up all night long
Thinkin nothing but the words just comin
With the ringin of the telephone
Oh, but the man upstairs was listening
When momma asked him to bring daddy home
And when the call came in it was daddy on the other end
Askin her if she had been singin the song, singin
(chorus)
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till ya get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler
(chorus)
Roll on highway, roll on along
Roll on daddy till ya get back home
Roll on family, roll on crew
Roll on momma like I asked you to do
And roll on eighteen-wheeler roll on (roll on)
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Eighteen-wheeler
Roll on
Roll on

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My Rough And Ready Lady

Such a strong woman you are
You play rough and tough
How you are very different
Somehow I can't get enough
My Rough And Ready Lady
You are strong and full of life
How you show me so much
Oddly I never met your type
My Rough And Ready Lady
You speak with much wisdom
Yet you continue on and prove
I feel so happy when near you
I have all to win never to lose
My Rough And Ready Lady
Your strength is overwhelming
Those eyes of deep royal blue
A best friend you are to me
And how I love being with you
My Rough And Ready Lady

poem by Suelynn Walters
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Hello Hooray

Hello! hooray! let the show begin
Ive been ready
Hello! hooray! let the lights grow dim
Ive been ready
Ready as theis audience thats coming here to dream
Loving every second, every moment, every scream
Ive been waiting so long for this thing to come
Yeah - Ive been thinking so long I was the only one
Roll out! roll out your american dream and its rescuit
Ive been ready
Roll out! roll out your circus freaks and hula hoops
Ive been ready
Ready as theis audience thats coming here to dream
Loving every second, every moment, every scream
Ive been waiting so long for this thing to come
Yeah - Ive been thinking so long I was the only one
I can stand here strong and thin
I can laugh when this thing begins
God, I feel so strong
I feel so strong
Im so strong
I feel so strong
So strong
God, I feel so strong
Im so strong

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Strong Black Woman

Baby, such a long life, my child
So many stories I have to tell you
Of slavery and of tragedy
Sit down and listen to my tales

Everybody thinks that the strong black woman died
No, she only stood back because she had not cried
She took a minute to rest. She cried. Her heart so heavy
But she’s back, baby. And child, she’s so pretty

I’m a strong black woman, and I am fighting
Don’t mess with me; I’ll leave your eyes shining
I give these children all the love they crave
I’ll beat away any energy that makes life grave

Hallelujah, the strong black woman still lives
Hallelujah, the strong black woman still gives
Hallelujah, can you feel the strength of her?
Hallelujah, this woman is one you can’t deter

Praise the lord’s name and speak in tongues
May all the strong black women live so long
I am a strong black woman, I am here
A strong black woman lives in my heart

Hallelujah, the black woman is so strong
Hallelujah, this has become my favorite song
Hallelujah, the strong black woman prospers
Hallelujah, she is no different than her brothers

The strong black woman never died, she lives
See, no matter what happens she always survives
I am here, I am a strong black woman, in disguise
And this newly strong black woman never dies

Praise the lord’s name the black woman is back
Now the world knows that we survive any attack
Give her all the suffering children or people in despair
Because the strong black woman will return them to air

The strong black woman was not lynched or killed
She gave herself a proud face and lived on so skilled
Praise the lord’s name and know that she lives on
Hallelujah, the strong black woman will never be gone

poem by German Alcala
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The Answer From Two Daughters When Asked How Is Their Mom

their mom has terminal cancer.

and i ask the younger daugher, how is mommy?
she says on the phone, ' she is doing fine. we are are the airport
and waiting for our 3 p.m. flight back home'

and the older daugher's answer to the same question:
' mommy has breast c, and she is feeling the pain
...she's not entertaining the option of invasive surgery, , ,
or the costly chemotheraphy.. the doctor is giving her
some options...but she's definit.. she simply wants to be home
and be with her dog and garden... she does not change
her mind... she's definite... God's will...
let us pray for her. Regards to you and Em.'

Got it. Progenies coming from the same source of genes,
sometimes are different. How does one see a tragedy?
or an end to something? how does one treat someone dying?

i may tell the truth. Who knows? I may not too. Who knows?
Tragic really.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What he likes in her

What he likes in her is that she had his instincts:
He remembers he has strong arms and strong strumming fingers
His fingers sing like a man and
With a voice so penetrating to the notes of
Bold and pure love
Determined and purposeful

To her feminine softness
Scrutinizing inquisitive lips

His boldness to her inquisitive softness
His strong fingers opening her scrutinizing lips
And they always
Like said meeting of curiosities
Almost childlike, playful.

He surges on her softness as she lay like a helpless white defeated woman
He claims victory
But later he surrenders every part of him, his buttocks, his abdomen, his torso, and his legs
And even that which
Makes him importantly as a man conqueror

She receives him like a weak woman, helpless now
She stoops, she bows she crawls over him, in a change of positions

She keeps him strong.
She now conquers him, with a total surrender of everything she also owns
Her breasts, her neck, her lips, her hips, her mouth,

Both are lost, and both are looking for their important parts, afterwards
There is nothing under the bed, or this sofa.

It will take them a long time to recover the parts that seem to be
Unrecoverable.
Once, one part was inside her. Once one part
Deluded her mouth disguising as a hot food for dining.

She did not really mind, and she would not tell anyway,
Her mistake is intended for the pleasure of both, and there was no feeling

That something was wrong or even dirty.
It was so lovely, both concluded.
What he likes in her,

Her tight tonguetiedness.
Delights and more delights, for these coming nights.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To be the Veda

Who am I?
Who put me here?
Why am I here?
What should I do?

Who will tell me who I am?
Who will tell me, who put me here?
Who will tell me, why I'm here,
and tell me then, what I should do? ..

Sometimes, I am all thankfulness
for what keeps all of me alive;
is there a greater one whom I may thank?

And sometimes, I'm alive with praise;
Is there a greater one whom I may praise?

Sometimes, as thunder rolls and lightning strikes,
earth quakes; seas foam,
I am all fear; is there a one
who’ll tell me, the other, or the greater
things that I should fear,
and tell me what I need not fear?

From day to day, my thankfulness
wells up for this; and then for that:
the earth that yields me food,
the rain that helps it grow,
the sun and light that help it ripen,
the air that I must breathe,
the sounds that draw me to my fellow men:

so are there many such, whose mighty powers
I should thank and praise,
or is there only One?

Or are there many in the One
whom I should thank and praise –
and what then do these greater powers
know of each other; know of that One?

Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I seem to have a hint of whom I am;
of why I’m here; what I should do;

then who will tell me the greater more
of all the more I think I know?

Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I wish to spend my days deep in that place;
but I must work; then should I trust
some other man or woman, who will spend
their days in thanking, praising, in my place?
or can my work be also thanks and praise?
who judges thanks and praise enough?

Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I feel a greatness in me, that
joins me to all things in myself..
who shall tell me more of this?

Sometimes, when all is silent, still,
I seek for sounds, and words, and song,
to measure all that this heart feels:
oh, who will teach me greater words?

Is there a teacher, and a taught?
Or is the teacher all around?
Or is the teacher all within?

Oh, who will tell me whom I am,
in words that sing as from myself?

[An ongoing attempt to ‘imagine myself’ into the spirit of the Veda]

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Something So Strong

Love can make you weep
Can make you run for cover
Roots that spread so deep
Bring life to frozen ground
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today
Turning in my sleep
Love can leave you cold
Taste of jealousy
Is like a lust for gold
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today
Ive been feeling so much older
Frame me and hang me on the wall
Ive seen you fall into the same trap
This thing is happening to us all
Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today

song performed by by Crowded House
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Crazy in Love

The phone rings
I jump
Is it him?
It’s him!
Finally
I take a deep breath
And flip open my phone
Hello?
I ask casually
Smiling sweetly
He answers
Hey, it’s me
My heart skips a beat
When I hear his voice
His beautiful baritone voice
When he tells me he misses me
I feel chills through my spine
In my mind
I can see
His chocolate brown eyes
Twinkling, shining as he looks my way
His gorgeous grin
His every little move
Drives me crazy
Everything about him
Makes me crazy
So guess I must be
Crazy
Crazy in love

poem by Lacey UnKnown
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Stronger Than Cancer, Bob

I felt different, a little tired
worn out, ill here and there
visit the Doctor, did some test
took some picture, waited for the results
A spot in me started small, got bigger
Time will tell, not a good sign
here came the shock
the bad word no one wants
but I take it stride cause i can beat it.
I am strong, I have will, the power to go on
my new slogan Stronger Than Cancer
no one will beat me down
I will grow old, see my boys grow
see them wed, see their kids
I will not give, , no matter when
Stronger Than Cancer
hope will rally, cures to be found
Meds to take, no fakes
I will survive, fight for life
pain will never go, mind so strong
prayers needed, prayers answered
the fight never ends, I will not bend
till the end. I am Stronger Than Cancer
Thanks Brothers, Sisters, Friends and Mother
for the love of me.I will survive
Strong Than Cancer, Bob

poem by Michael Peterson
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If I am strong

If I am strong.
Is it a compliment to be strong?
I think it's not that and it's wrong.
If I am strong
Do I have to ignore my feelings?
They think I am like a steel
And will survive and cope with any drilling?
If I am strong
I'll be able to overcome all those shrill feelings.
Is it really wrong to be strong?
But what should I do with my feelings?
It's so painful to be strong.
Why should I suffer all those hurts and pain?
Though I will never complain
If I am strong.
And I repeat again: If I am strong
It means I don't need help?
And love is not important to me? Oh, damn!
If I am strong
It looks so comfortable for others.
If I am strong
Should I forgive a lie?
If I am strong
There is no place of treachery in my life.
And I will never listen to falseness.
If I am strong..............................
It's so painful. Am I right?
I wouldn't like to fight
I will just say if you betray:
Get out of my way!

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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for JOJI on terminal cancer

i have no courage to see her.
But i imagine that she is bald,
and in pain, and always taking
that pain relievers.
I imagine that.
Who knows, i may be wrong.
Not all cancers are painful. Perhaps.
But most cancers are painful.
That bone, that marrow,
the pain that lingers even in the
middle in the night when everyone
would be soundly sleeping with
their loved ones.
I have seen those with brain cancers
how they hit their heads on
the cemented walls
to ease the pain
those bloated stomachs
afflicted with liver cancer.
Cancer is pain. And Joji must
be suffering it by now.
She must be bald
for her locks of hair
must have fallen to the pillow
part of that
chemotherapy side effects.
But i think i know Joji.
She is a strong woman
with a sense of humor
with laughter always on
her face
she has the will to be herself
despite the sickness
till death, perhaps,
i know that she will not change
i know that she will not
let the cancer defeat her
innate goodness
her confidence to herself
her faith in God
i know that she will always
be smiling
not minding the pain
and the uncertainties.
I know that she is not
afraid.

Upon saying all these
to comfort her
in her Face-book Account,
it is me
who fears most,
for after all,
i may not be able to live
what i am
saying to her.

God! Oh God!
Have mercy upon us all!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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for JOJI on terminal cancer (revised)

i have no courage to see her.
But i imagine that she is bald,
and in pain, and always taking
those pain relievers.
I imagine that.
Who knows, i may be wrong.
Not all cancers are painful. Perhaps.
But most cancers are painful.
That bone, that marrow,
the pain that lingers even in the
middle in the night when everyone
would be soundly sleeping with
their loved ones.
I have seen those with brain cancers
how they hit their heads on
the cemented walls
to ease the pain
those bloated stomachs
afflicted with liver cancer.

Cancer is pain. And Joji must
be suffering it by now.
She must be bald
for her locks of hair
must have fallen to the pillow
part of that
chemotherapy side effects.

But i think i know Joji.
She is a strong woman
with a sense of humor
with laughter always on
her face
she has the will to be herself
despite the sickness
till death, perhaps,
i know that she will not change
i know that she will not
let the cancer defeat her
innate goodness
her confidence to herself
her faith in God
i know that she will always
be smiling
not minding the pain
and the uncertainties.
I know that she is not
afraid.

Upon saying all these
to comfort her
in her Face-book Account,
it is me
who fears most,
for after all,
i may not be able to live
what i am
saying to her.

God! Oh God!
Have mercy upon us all!

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Twin Towers

September 11,2001

I was built of steel, I was built of stone,
I was built by men of flesh and bone.

They built me strong they built me tall,
A symbol of strength for one and all.

And from my ramparts you could see,
The city of modernity.

Thousands came and gazed in awe,
All marveled at what they saw.

Commerce was my bailiwick,
I helped the world when it was sick.

My congregations came from afar,
They made their fortunes and were my star.

All races, creeds, and religions were,
Under my roof all equal without a slur.

But things are not always as simple as they seem,
For sometimes men, can be obscene.

Then one fine day when the sun shone strong,
Something came that did not belong.

Some men of flesh and blood and bone,
Sent planes with fuel and speed alone.

They hit me once, they hit me twice,
Fires burned and I was filled with strife.

I tried to stand I tried to mend,
But it all was futile in the end.

I once was strong I once was tall,
Till one day I became nothing at all.

poem by Everett Lautin
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Giving and Receiving-Taking and Empty

She carried his memory with her-
wore it like a necklace.

It was
embedded in her body-
every place he had touched-
issued silent body sighs
asking her to go back to him,
to have him touch her that way again.

It was her he'd kissed
her loins, her heart, all caressed-
all made love to
by him.

She would have forgotten
but her body did not
-could not.

Her body had melted in the hot;
rose again and again
in the bubbling up
to remind her of what it missed.
..
She sometimes times would imitate
his touch
but her body was not consoled.

She could have her mind
imagine his touch
but the mind was not good enough
to compare with the real thing.

She over-reacted on city streets when
people accidently bumped her;
another body close
caused memories to stir..

She held her books close;
placed them flat against her breasts

absent-mindedly
to emulate his touch.

She slept in a ball to gain warmth
from her own thighs
held close to her.

She was an open book.
Every page missed him.

Her mind could not focus
amid those body cries
coming in the still night.

She could not see
in her midnight stumblings
wandering her own room
blind body seeking
trembling heart seeking
what it remembered
but no longer had.

Body rules the night
and mind rules the day
but nigh-time lasts an eternity
and knows how to cry.

She reached for the phone.
It was a call. Only a call.

Just to hear his voice and then she would hang up.
Maybe that would reduce the yearning between her legs.

Just a little thing.
She set aside the little toys she had bought unused.
Maybe they would help; maybe not.
But not now.

Her hand was attached to her body
and her body took charge
directed the hand, dialing the number,
butterflies fluttering in the pit of her stomach.
Breath bated, not breathing, she was riveted
awaiting the sound of his voice.
It came with a big 'hello'

But
But, it was only the answering machine.
She relaxed listening to every syllable. 'I am not here right now but I would like to know that you called. Leave your name and number and I will get back to as soon as I can'

Even his voice mail message made her remember his caring
hearing 'I will get back to you as soon as I can.'

He was like that. He was always willing, willing to meet you half-way in everything. He made love that way too. He was the giver and she was the taker.

Before him she had been with Bart.
Bart the Taker. He took out of bed
and he took in bed.
He never gave out of bed and he never gave in bed either.
Bart left you empty and then rolled over and went to sleep.

So she became a taker, saying that she would not be taken from again like that.

So she took from Joel
because she felt it was her turn
and he was so willing to give.
He gave and he gave and she took.
The day came he ceased wanting to give
grew tired of of her demands, of her traffic cop attitude in bed
and was gone. Didn't answer phone calls.
Avoided her, offered only silence.

She hung up trying slowly
with her hand
trying
to send him the message through the hung-up phone
that she had changed-
that she was now able to give..

But he was not there to see,
or to hear her,
to feel the change that she had achieved.
Taking too much
had left her empty.
and giving
even when she wanted to
did not feel real
even when she desperately
wanted to.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Another Day

What seems like such a winter's tale
Lightening runs through the fallen flames
By kneeling down we're here to pray
At that point forsaken unafraid
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Feel my breath go cold and calm
My pride is last and I sin again
And all the seasons change their scent
A year of hell they come against my head once more
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
INSTRUMENTAL
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me

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Fortune Seller

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She's Determined and a Strong Willed Woman

Roll On

My Rough And Ready Lady

Hello Hooray

Strong Black Woman

The Answer From Two Daughters When Asked How Is Their Mom

What he likes in her

To be the Veda

Something So Strong

Crazy in Love

Stronger Than Cancer, Bob

If I am strong

for JOJI on terminal cancer

for JOJI on terminal cancer (revised)

The Twin Towers

Giving and Receiving-Taking and Empty

Another Day

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