The Process

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By Jonathan Corr

Float around in your mothers womb Float through the air finding comfort in a towel. Crawl among present legs Crawl towards the one you need. Walk with helping hands Walk to and from your education. Run to reach life's goals Run after the one you desire. Stubble into retirement Stubble upon your own grave. Float one last time Float above the new floater.

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August 13, 2011 11:22Natural_beauty_Ashe

very interesting i like it :)