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Silly, hurting child!Don’t you realize– Somewhere–while you whirl entrappedlike furniture in hurricanes,dancing grim and wild,Thought, Emotion, Dream, enwrappedtogether in your houseof angst and pains,goose-stepping pas-de-troisto old orchestrated sorrows–Guilt and Disappointment tunedto Loss and Shame and Fear…that even so, the friends you’ve earnedby simply being youare always very near!? Hurting’s loud, belligerent–intimidatesthe deeper Truth:Poor wee Child’sbeleaguered–huddled …

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