THE RELUCTANT CONFORMIST
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Terra Firma
While walking along the oft-trodden path
I look up with greed in my eyes.
The quaint little piece of cloud above
Seems enough for me; it will suffice.
But while on the fly, cutting winds and height,
Bleary-eyed I gaze down below;
The glassy vision of my precious little land -
Beckons me from my journey. I alight.
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