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Precious Fuel

Every time I find my motives lacking,
moment to moment I must lift my life.
Of every tiny seam requiring tacking,
consciousness, (a minute stitch) prevents some strife.
Is a daily hug sufficient, I inquire,
a panacea, healing all my woes,
precious fuel to set a heart on fire
and a dose of love to keep me on my toes.
Fragile emotions served up on my plate...
Gift without strings...Quick! I cannot wait!

Quote: Steven Pinker

By cherryk

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