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leah (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp never weary again i shall be
for she is the fire under my feet
and for her i dance
the daily dance
and run among the others
to clear a path for us
so that one day, when her fire glows low
and my feet grow tiresome
we might sit, together
and enjoy the hot coals
that will endure us beyond our final breath
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