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They are a drift ,tossed this way and that by what can't be controlled Steered by such a small part of them selves They appear magnificent majestic and strong in form ,yet are so fragile They become broken and lost by wind and rain and may even, be sunk by a storm Weak they are governed by forces beyond their control. Yet strong, They weather many storms Travel new routes and carry on They bend and twist much before they brake and carry heavy burdens as they go They are empty shells, statues when without a life within them Needing a guiding force to push them on They reach to harness a grater power then themselves to pull them through Through hard times and long journeys. They are not made of Iron steel nor any other metal Nor are They made of oak or pine nor any other bow They are made of flesh and bone and They call themselves Human
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