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The Utmost Humility

December 3, 2009
By hworld123 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
hworld123 SILVER, Boston, Massachusetts
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There was once a man
His knuckles cracked with
Calloused rings
Restricting the movement
Of his skin to
breath.

He lived too far from
No shallow river bend
To feel the inviting
Comfort
Of its fertile loam and
trees.

The utmost humility.

He dreamt deep inside his
Cabin, the wood thawed,
Fatigued
Tired with much strain
From the wind
How it yells, how it
screams.

No laughter hung in the
Air, it
Cold with inevitable
Solitude, isolation, how they
Drench the modest cabin,
The humble shack
Like constant
rain.

The utmost humility.

There was once a man
His knuckles cracked with
Calloused rings
Restricting the movement
Of his skin to
breath.



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