I
was born with these hazel
eyes,
born replete with ten
fingers
and toes.
I
was given a skin which
has
changed many times
since
then.
(I
learned this by watching
a
toad struggle to wriggle
out
of its.)
Before
I became the me I
was
this time randomly
configured
to be,
I
was a cool smooth stone the
young
boy picked from the gravel
pit
and skipped across the pond.
Chris
Hanch 12-23-17
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