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Today's poem: All the World's a Stage

All the World's a Stage Dance comes thru as horse and carriage stretching the road away like a limit left behind, knowing what is leaving, keep moving before the hum when looking behind catches this break-away. and they keep hearing it through the grape vine, all the dancing has added up to freedom now, when there were no signs on that road but creeping indication today of any kind of movement, the body has always been knowledge, and the horse? well, it is cutting the air like a butter knife thru cake. -S.Grutz

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