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Poem November 7, 1977 Issue

I'M INTACT

Brett L. Stafford

I'm no aging mortal fettered—
but man, imaging
shadowless light.
I respond to the draw of Truth
not the tug of time.

No particles of decay touch me,
for I'm marching with Love,
knowing
that man lives exact—intact!

Brett L. Stafford

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