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And when it's time
to work
I trust myself
in the sinews of
my muscles
and my strong legs
that hold up
the lovely edifice
of my body
and let work shape
my being
in all its turns
and twists
unmindful of the
surroundings
whether bleak or black
or blooming and booming.
Spirit is the breath of life
and to live on and to move on
is its purpose.
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