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THE STEAMROLLER AND THE CATERPILLER At times, I picture myself a steamroller moving thru life headlong. No hill is too steep, no doorway too narrow. No wall is too thick, but no destination is in sight. Other times, like a caterpiller. Vulnerable, slowly feeling my way. Wary of preadators, but somehow at peace with my lot. Perhaps,unlike it's counterpart, it knows its destination, and feels the wind on it's unborn wings. |
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