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presence
hank

when i walk away from my fire it dies
 1
when i sit by it it thrives
 2
 
 
on we humans a lot depends
 3
and like the fire luckily for us
 4
or providentially
 5
it takes only the effort of prescience
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27 Jan 09


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great line, line 6.
 — varun

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