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Poem appears on back of card
Oh if only the circle of passion
Didn't call us so.
It's a Black and White fish
with teeth
Jumping from dark water that gives us
so much trouble.
Let's hold tight while he hovers there
and maybe, if we close our eyes,
like children:
the monster will go away.
And one day, perhaps as abled adults,
we may face these daemons
who swim and fly. |
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