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Were I to be a sunbeam.

Were I to be a sunbeam
I think I'd make a lousy one.
The strength is not in me and
speed would surely fail me and
I'd be the biggest failure.
Then I'd endure endless ridicule
at the hands - or other pertinent extremity -
of all the other sunbeams,
compounded infinitely by the speed
at which the ridicule would happen.

Though, to digress,
were I to be a sunbeam,
I'd insist on being the one that
is given birth to by the Clouds.
The one that is both the beacon
and the Quiet.


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