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The Breathing World

I am not the rock'n'roll messiah; I am more like mediocre childcare.
I am not summer lightning; I am more like acid rain.
I am not Jesse James; I am more like Bat Masterson.
I am not a statement; I am more like a question that begs for change.
I am not an example; I am more like a disgression.
I am not an earthquake; I am more like an ocean volcano.
I am not a computer; I am more like a weegie board.
I am not The Statue of Liberty; I am more like our patchwork flag.
I am not Hamlet; I am more like Romeo.
I am not Michelangelo's "David;" I am more like Raphael's.
I am not a soldier; I am more like a Samurai.
I am not a caterpillar, learning and hiding in a cocoon;
I am more like a wet butterfly, testing my wings, beginning my odyssey in the breathing world.

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