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From a cell a baby starts to grow.
Come tomorrow the lawn needs to mow.
Life has its ways showing us its hand
aiding us as we come to understand.
Created equally to mingle with shit.
Yet there are ways of staying fit
to be in the now saying yes to life,
as each moment comes.
There is a life for us to live irrespective
of what we give.
Things passes through us like sieves.
They appear hidden until they are seen.
To be those open flowers that are no more
green – when the light is seen.
As life is for living and living it is life.
We don’t have to be a wife.
This is the mistress way.
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