Pride

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    Pride

     I used to think
    I used to know

    I used to exist
    I used to grow

    Now time stands still
    As I threw away all that matters

    No time to kill

    I used to think
    that to be a name

    Pride must be destroyed and maimed.

    Now I know
    for a start,

    That is must be dimmed
    Not turned dark

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    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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