Driven*
T Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
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To sift the dross so patiently
to sluice for the hard-won gold
those little flakes of wonder
that for no price are sold.
They are no gift that man may give
by no mortal may be owned
a life of selfless sacrifice, dedicated live
so the genetic seed is shown.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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