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When I feel small,
weak and worn,
I think of
the things you have taught me:
Do not smile
with your mouth closed.
Do not eat
anything with bones.
Do not walk
at night without shoes that click.
Do not cower.
Do not stammer.
Do not fail.
And should you find yourself
fighting a losing battle,
change what it means to win.

10 Apr 11

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last bit "is" the poem. ... rest is lead---up, superfluous. lose the 'and'.. .. thanks.
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like this
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last stanza, what bad advice...  that's like military policy in iraq.

its also the opposite of line 11.
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I loved this!
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