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The wonder of I in you
all part is one, and each part has gone
let all make as one, for each has partner to
be done
to make it easy all work must be ready
if my hands call everybody to do, the
things that make me happy, nobody must
be lazy
many times, my single eye, talk to my ears,
nose and mouth knowing that i need more
time, to have an overtime, yet all seems
to be uneasy
so tired that i can't see, so painful that i can
resist, so touchy that my skin burst, i ask
myself, what makes them so timid, when
everyone wants to say, that they are all
okey-doke
i wonder why, the sky is high, the night is close
to the day it passes bye, i ask then that, if nobody
wants to make it, everybody has to lost it, and
nothing happen even, you'll say that its a good
bye
do, what other may not, work what the ' I ' say,
and can see, enjoy what it gives, just follow your
heart for it never leads you in vain
look up in the sky, and say in the heaven above,
I have found the real in me, the truth on how to make
me happy and gay
poem
by
Antonio Liao
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