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Poetry By EmJay
A poetic compilation written by Morgan Johnson.
January 19, 2012
Upstream
We
will paddle on.
and we,
will carry on
forward
with
or against the tide.
and
when we feel
as if all is lost
we will make something
from nothing but ourselves.
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