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The Mechanics Of Being Human
Poetry, Prose & Free Verse By Paul Warren
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October 02, 2016
Here lies a soldier
Firmly rooted he stands alone
in his forest of quiet nurture,
standing tall a wooden throne
once stood below the elder.
A sapling survivor from thorough day,
his branch an undue perch,
his ancestors, a remaining few,
the oak, the silver birch.
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