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A FINE LINE
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My whole life changed when I gave myself permission
To underline passages in my books
Before that day the sentences were like exotic animals
In a zoo, fascinating and untouchable
Or a garden tour, look but don't pick
Now I go into the inky jungle with my pencil
Spearing juicy phrases, trapping profound ideas
As I harvest the fruits of great minds
The ripe and sweet notions that I digest
Until they become part of my very being
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