The Flow
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Sandra Feldman
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Air flows and so does water,
And our lives flow, bitter edge,
We're always but a quarter,
From falling off a ledge,
Wishing, the unattainable,
Wanting to know secrets too,
Why were we born so disabled,
To never know what to do?
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