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    Trying to find our way
    Blindly groping; hoping
    Amidst the guise,
    These attempts and tries
    Will bind preemptive
    Thoughts and sighs.
    Taught and told-
    You and I were bent and sold
    On faulty molds;
    Scolded
    For the alternate view.
    Halted and eschewed,
    The fresh cup never brewed
    Due to a salted vendor.
    But lending mesh to the nets
    Of the docked lender
    Renders mind-sets tender;
    Will you lock the rind –
    Mocking what may be better? –
    Or dive head first
    Thriving to tread
    As your own trend-setter?

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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