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I can t think of anything to..

I can't think of anything to post, so here's a poem I read
today in my "Canadian Literature" lecture..

"You Growing" by Milton Acorn

You growing and your thought threading
The delicate strength of your focus
Out of a clamour of voices
Demanding faces and noises
Apart from me but vivid
As when I kissed you and chuckled

Wherever you are be fearless
And whenever I am I hope to know
You're moving vivid beyond me
So I grow by the strength
Of fighting for your self,
Many selves, your life, many lives, your people.