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3d
There's no cure for fear
but only in letting go
of our self--with nothing
to cling to or hold

all our life
this the elders told:
grasp, gather, collect
as though that were gold

and time passed swiftly
we  became weary and old
and realised only then that
other people's ideas had been oversold
Written by
Dr Peter Lim  M/Victoria, Australia
(M/Victoria, Australia)   
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